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  1. Magazine Article Interview “I have one final question.” I said pausing and not knowing if I should ask the question. The interview was scheduled to take ten minutes but we had been speaking for almost an hour. He smiled as if to say this is the tenth final question. “We’ve talked about the food and the supplements and diets. We’ve discussed the gym hours involved and the pain as well as the gratification of winning major contests. I was wondering if you had to do it all again what you would change.” Rick looked at me and pondered his answer. “Knowing what I know now I would have started younger and sought out better trainers.” I was about to open my mouth and thank him for the time and the candid answers he gave me when he continued. “I would have gone to California to the Mecca of bodybuilding to learn from the best of the best.” Again he paused but he had a faraway look in his eyes so I waited. “I would have fucked more and I would have taken a lover. I would have never allowed a naked picture of me to be published even if they were only ass shots. And lastly I would have kept my private life more private, built a compound where I could have mentored young bodybuilders that had that fire in their gut to be great; to become Mr. Olympia.” “Would you mentor someone like me?” I asked. He slowly shook his head no and I was a bit hurt. I had a decent physique but nothing like his. He turned off the tape recorder. He looked around, flexed, and leaned closer. “I would have taken you as my lover. I would have fucked you mercilessly and expected you to do the same to me,” he whispered. “My physique would have been bigger and better. You would have been my motivation.” “Is it too late for that to happen?” I said softly. His face lit up. “Look at the time! This interview has screwed up my whole workout!” he said in full voice and then he laughed. “Why don’t we finish this interview over dinner?” he said as he stood. He waited for me to stand. “Your place or mine,” he quietly added as he shook my hand. I almost came in my briefs. "Since I need a change of clothes let's make it my place," he said as we exited the gym. I blindly followed him home. "I always shower when I get home," he smiled. "Care to wash my body?" "Wash your back?" I mumbled. My cock was rock hard watching him get naked. "What are you doing?" I said as he lifted my golf shirt. "Don't you shower naked?" he smiled. I soaped his entire physique and then he took over and washed my body. It was the most sensual thing that ever happened to me but that was before he led me to bed where he slowly and gently began to relieve me of my virginity. I was so turned on when he bent over and turned down the bed I ran my hand up his back. He turned and then we were chest to chest kissing. He laid me gently on his pillow. I was ready and willing for what was about to happen next. I moaned in ecstasy when he lowered his body on top of mine. I keep saying this but this was the greatest experience I ever had. He took me in his arms and smothered me with his soft kisses. He suggested we start with frottage to explore and before long I was moaning in pleasure. He allowed me to run my hands over his body and he called that muscle worship. Slowly he taught me how to have sex with a man. He started fingering me and spreading lube around my pucker. His finger fucking surprised me at first but felt really good after a while. He took more K-Y and lubed my asshole. He rolled on top of me and told me it would hurt at first but he would go slowly. I felt his huge rod enter my virgin hole as he pumped me slowly and he was right it hurt like hell at first but soon it felt exquisite. As time went on he began pumping me faster and faster. I screamed in pleasure as he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into his cock harder. The bed shook as he fucked me and I heard the sound of his balls slapping my ass as the headboard banged against the wall. He was making me moan in ecstasy. I just relaxed and let him fuck me wildly. I grunted in pleasure as he fucked me and jerked me off. He finally stopped and I thought I could feel him shoot his cum into my body. He grunted and fell down on my back before he thrust his cock into me a few more times. We lay there panting and kissing. He led me back to his shower and later that night I fell asleep in his arms. The interview was promoted on line but it never made it to the printed magazine. He was true to his word and he took me as his lover. He always says I am his motivation but a body like his is my goal. Today he is leaner and buff as a stallion but he doesn’t allow pictures unless he is fully clothed. He no longer showers or changes at the gym and I insist on stripping him naked for his shower here at home. I often think of how lucky I was to be assigned the interview. My life would have been so mundane and boring… I could smell his gym musk as he entered the kitchen. He always hugs me from behind and kisses my neck. Supper is prepped to be finished in just minutes when we get ready to eat. I tap his arms and he loosens so I can face him for a proper kiss. His stink gets on me but it doesn’t matter because in seconds we'll be naked in the shower. I ran my hands under his shirt and I could feel him tremble. “I need you to fuck me,” he whispered and I knew supper would be delayed for a couple hours from now.
  2. My Brother-In-Law Encounter Well let me start by saying that I have never done anything like this before. My wife is hot as hell and loves to fuck. She is the baby sister of four strapping brothers, who, one by one took me aside when we first started dating and warned me never to hurt her. I didn’t know if they meant physically or emotionally. I took the warning seriously and she was still a virgin when we got married. Brad was closest to my wife in age and he was the most athletic of all the brothers. He was the youngest of the boys and a sports fanatic. Brad didn’t take shit from anybody. Once I saw him challenge his two older brothers and fortunately their dad stepped in and defused the situation before fists could fly. Tom and John were fit and muscular but Brad is a huge bodybuilder probably bigger than the two put together and there was no doubt that he could have whipped their asses. He started lifting weights in high school after he got on the football team. In college he practically lived in the gym. My wife jokingly told me he spent more time in the gym than he did sleeping. That wasn’t too far from the truth. Brad is not only built, he is lean and buff. He has big muscles everywhere yet has a tiny waist and no fat. My wife is a nurse and one night while she was at work her brother Brad stopped by to say hi and watch the game. Actually he stopped by often for a free meal and to watch football because he didn’t like watching the game alone. I think he liked my man cave in the basement where he could use my home gym during commercials. I think he like drinking my beer as well. We started to talk and were commenting on the Victoria Secret commercial where the women are walking around modeling bras. A minute later the Go Daddy commercial came on where bodybuilders are running down the street and Brad unconsciously rubbed his cock. I knew he was bisexual but we never talked about it. I laughingly asked him if he was in that commercial. “I wish,” he said. “Did you see the guy in the black tank top?” “I wondered how a muscleman that big performs in bed,” I mused. “Oh really,” he chuckled. I dropped it but sometimes I did wonder what it would feel like to have a man suck my cock? My wife didn’t mind stroking and fondling my cock and balls but she never sucked on my cock. I had a girlfriend once that loved to suck my cock. It was her method of birth control. Cum went in her mouth and not in her cunt. So over the course of about an hour we nursed some beers, lifted weights, and watched the game but we never spoke about it again. Then he said he was going to the bathroom so I got another round from the kitchen upstairs and when I returned to the sofa in front of the big screen TV there he was naked and stroking his cock. I was speechless needless to say. He looked at me and asked me if I liked what I saw. My mouth didn’t say yes but my body language was yelling yes, yes, yes. I could feel my cock grow in my pants and he noticed it too. I sat down next to him and he started to open my zipper. I put my hand over his and he looked up at me. His eyes said we are going to do this. I thought it might be his alpha aggression coming out. “Brad what if your sister finds out?” I asked. He just smiled. “She never will unless you tell her.” I moved my hand away and he had me naked in a flash. He was in complete control easily manipulating and teaching me at the same time. His cock was so big, it was unbelievable. I always heard bodybuilders have small cocks and Brad certainly disproved that myth with his thick 10 inch shaft. In the blink of an eye he was licking my cock head and stroking me off. I was so lightheaded I grabbed his traps for balance. Brad moaned and encouraged me to feel the muscles everywhere on his physique. I was running my hands down his back when the phone rang and I knew it was my wife. I answered the phone and my cock started to get soft. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. Then one of his hands grabbed my cock at the base and the other cradled my balls while I was on the phone with his sister. I was instantly hard and loving it. I told her that her brother stopped by to watch the game and Brad walked back to the sofa before he said hi. She was on a break and wanted to know if I ate supper. Before I could say much more she said honey I got to go and we hung up. It sounded like an emergency. It wasn’t unusual. The next thing I knew Brad had his arms around me again pressing his hard naked body into mine. He led me into the spare bedroom in the basement. Brad kissed me on the lips and at first it was weird and then before I knew it we were in bed. Brad returned to instructional mode. I couldn’t believe I took his huge cock in my mouth and started to suck it. He asked me if I wanted to 69 and I didn’t know what he meant… well I did know how to 69 but I had only done it with women. He turned crawled over me and started to suck my cock. Brad suggested that I get on top and when I did he started licking my balls, my peritoneum, and then my asshole. I was abashed but the feeling was heaven. I tried what he did to me. I licked his asshole and he started to moan. I went and got two condoms and the KY. It took a lot of courage but I asked him to go all the way and fuck me. He told me what to do after he lubed me and it hurt like hell for a bit but he took his time and worked my ass until his cock was buried deep inside me. He gently fucked me for some time and then I said I needed to fuck him too. I put the condom on and started to plow his ass. He demanded that I fuck him harder but then he stopped me before I could cum. “You wanted a blowjob,” he said. “How do you feel about swallowing my cum? I want to swallow yours.” We started to 69 again but this time on our sides on the bed. He had my cock all the way in to the root and I was sucking him as best I could. I was trying to mimick what he was doing but I came first and I never felt anything like that before, it was a huge explosion of cum. He turned and got on top of me crushing me under his massive physique and gave me a deep kiss with my cum still in his mouth and I nearly exploded again. I’m sure I swallowed half of the load. We just laid there for some time and never said a word. I made him promise not to say anything to my wife. We showered together and I was hard again as I washed his body. He washed my back and somehow his hard cock found its way into my ass again. He promised he didn’t cum but he said he marked my ass as his. I didn’t know what that meant. Since that night he has learned my wife’s schedule and he comes over to watch the game even when there isn’t a game on TV. We have sex and my wife has no clue. Sometimes she doesn’t know he has been there. Then one football night he invited me to go with him to watch the game at a friend’s house. I told my wife I was going and to call my cell phone if she needed me. She didn’t call. Brad locked our valuables in the trunk and then at the door he wrote my name on a grocery bag. In the bag was a bikini. He told me to put my clothes in the bag and wear the bikini. I felt like a geek backstage at a bodybuilding contest. The other guests were all really muscular. It took a couple beers to get me to relax. I was propositioned several times but I managed not to get fucked. After the game everyone was around the pool and I got pushed in. It was like a chain reaction and in moments everyone was in the pool. As guys lifted out they were naked. I felt for my bikini and it was gone. Brad swam up laughing. “They melt when they get wet,” he informed me. The host offered me a hand up and lifted me out of the pool like I was a fish on a hook. “You’ve been a good sport, I’m Randy,” he chuckled as he handed me a towel. “Thanks, I think,” I replied. He laughed. The party was breaking up and everyone was cleaning up from the get-together. Brad had the garbage detail so we were the last to leave. “Randy invited us to stay for a nightcap,” Brad told me. I didn’t mind since my wife wouldn’t be home until after seven the next morning. I didn’t realize Randy was nude when I sat next to him on the sofa. Brad plopped down next to me and opened the towel I had around my waist. I started to stand but there was a hand on each thigh holding me back. “Brad says you fuck him,” Randy began. I tried to get away. “I want you to fuck me,” Randy added. I sat back in shock. “I insist on condoms,” I said a bit harshly. “Of course,” Randy smiled while rubbing my thigh and then my cock. The next thing I remembered was feeling my wife slip into bed in our dark master bedroom. She attacked my body and rode my cock but when my hands went to fondle her tits all I felt was the hard muscle on Randy’s body. Then I was royally fucked by the huge bodybuilder and my brother-in-law Brad. Something happened that night that I didn’t understand. I don’t know how it happed but my metabolism kicked into high gear or something. I had always worked out regularly but over the next year I started making amazing gains and my wife loved it. She was wild in bed and we had the most amazing sex. It was like when we were first married but as time passed I also had other needs that could only be satisfied by Brad, Randy, or one of their bodybuilder friends. Top, bottom it didn’t matter I needed man sex. I only had one rule; none of them came to my house except my brother-in-law. One night when Brad came over to watch the game, (or should I say the game that was recorded so we could skip all the commercials) and I mentioned my needs to Brad. “You have truly been infected,” Brad laughed. I thought it was an STD or something. “It was always there but Randy and I flipped the switch and helped you become a bisexual muscle slut like we are.” That night we fucked so long my wife almost caught us. I was in the shower cleaning up and she came home a little early. I was dragging all day at work because I had so little sleep and then I was obligated to satisfy my wife’s needs before she went to work. I rose to the challenge but that night when Brad asked to come over I had to tell him no because I needed sleep. I showered and stood naked before the mirror admiring my amazing physique. I wouldn’t change a thing, I thought as I flexed. By the way Brad came over for an hour or two and we fucked even though I said no.
  3. DAC


    This is Ryan BACHELOR PARTY My friend Ryan was getting married and his was the biggest and most lavish bachelor party I had ever attended. I estimated that there were a hundred fifty guys there at The Warehouse Bar & Grill. Frat brothers, college sports stars, guy’s I just said ‘hey’ to in the dorm, and even class geniuses were there. I ran into people I hadn’t seen since college graduation and there were a lot of people I didn’t know. I came to the party in a sport coat, white shirt, and tie but there were a lot of suits there also. Expensive suits. The age range was from Ryan’s 75 year old Grandfather who was a silver fox (hot for the ladies) to young cousins who were jocks. I don’t count the college age guys that were the servers. I caught a glimpse of one of the servers acting as a bar back bringing in buckets of ice. His triceps popped almost as big as mine. The caterer handed him a white jacket and stood there reprimanding the guy in public. I didn’t see him again during the party so I assumed he quit on the spot. I know I would have. There was a stage show with stripper/dancers both male and female dancing together. A female impersonator put on a great show and there was a comedian that led a roast of my friend the groom. I laughed so hard I almost peed in my pants but I couldn’t leave. Finally Ryan’s dad got up to speak and I made a break for it. I ran to the urinal and whipped it out and the flow started before I aimed. “Hey!” the guy that came up next to me yelled when the piss splashed. Then he laughed and whipped out a slab as big as mine. I looked over and it was the guy carrying the ice. “I thought you quit!” I laughed. It wasn’t that funny but it was the beer laughing. “That dude dressed you down in public.” “I’m working the kitchen and that dude is my uncle.” “Oh, sorry,” I shut my mouth. “Between you and me I told him to go fuck himself and if they needed more ice he would have to carry it himself. I also told him that I regretted that the ice had been poured into the tubs behind the bar because otherwise I would have shoved it up his ass. He is such a prick!” “I would have quit right before I decked him,” I said. “I did threaten to fire him when he followed me to the kitchen proclaiming I was breaking the rules. The rules I made.” “He works for you?” “Yeah! My Uncle Ron couldn’t function without a rule book in his hand.” “I have to tell you this is one of the best bachelor bashes I have ever been to,” I complimented. “I’m Bill. I’d shake your hand but,” I looked at his hand holding his cock. We laughed. “Eric. We’ll shake after washing hands if you don’t mind. You’ll have to come back on a regular night dressed less… formally. We could have a pose down,” he said hitting a double bi pose. “We could have one tonight,” I suggested. Again it was the beer talking. “When you strip out of your shirt out there call me, I’ll be in the kitchen,” he laughed. I didn’t think it would happen at this party. In fact I knew it wouldn’t happen. I didn’t want to embarrass Ryan. Ryan’s dad was getting in a few zingers. I got back to the table and Ryan’s dad started listing a few of the things Ryan and I did in high school that he wasn’t supposed to know about. A spotlight was turned on me. “Untrue, untrue!” I protested. “Well partly true,” I admitted to much laughter. The truth was he only knew about a few things. We did much worse. Like the time we got that bad rash from walking in a drainage ditch… hey we were a little drunk and a dog was chasing us. Before I left Eric handed me a business card. It was a pass to get in without waiting. It was like an embossed copper credit card. The next day the wedding reception was held in another venue and it ended a bit after 11pm. I hadn’t been drinking because it was my job to drive the happy couple to the airport for their honeymoon. I should have called a cab or rented a limo for them but Ryan is my best friend and seemed hurt when I suggested the change. Their flight was connecting from another city on the east coast or Florida and they had to be there three hours before the flight I hugged them before they went through the TSA checkpoint. Ryan told me later that they sat at the gate for almost the whole time. On the way back from the airport I drove past The Warehouse around midnight and there was a line. I parked and pulled out the credit card Eric gave me. The bouncer held it under black light and gave it back to me. I was escorted directly to Eric who was doing shots at the bar. I slammed one down with him and then he pulled me to the center of the dance floor. He yelled ‘pose down’ near my ear because the music was so loud, and we started to flex. A few flashes went off and Eric was handed the phone. It looked like the bartender was taking the pictures. I wasn’t smiling but Eric had a smug look on his face. The place was wild and the next thing I knew they were announcing last call. I looked at my watch and it was almost 2am. The bar was closing and no more liquor or beer could be sold. The music continued for another hour but when the lights flashed the crowd knew it was time to leave and they left quickly. The music stopped and the lights went on. The place looked trashed. Eric asked me to stay a minute. Rolling garbage cans with coal shovels in them were used to shovel the place clean of paper and plastic. A low pressure fire hose washed down the tables, chairs, and floor. I laughed my ass off but the place was clean in fifteen or twenty minutes. A garden hose washed in back of the bar and the trash was emptied. Bar towels were disposable and the mixing equipment was sent through the kitchen dishwasher. The kitchen had been closed since midnight. “The grill will open for supper tomorrow and then we’ll do this all again. The computer will send an order in for liquor and beer and tell us how much we grossed tonight,” Eric said as his people started leaving. “The gross after shrinkage and free drinks to friends,” I said quietly. “I pay my bartenders almost double the going rate and there are no free drinks or they don’t work here anymore. The computer measures the hard liquor and the wine. The system knows who poured and it knows who put the money in the till or charged it on a credit card. The only thing I have is spills but I don’t like sloppy bartenders so they don’t spill much. Bartenders that work for me don’t ever drink here and they don’t do drugs. Liquor comes from the vault room and the empty bottles return to the room. Bartenders do not carry any cash on their person. All tips go into a jar and are shared by everybody. Wallets are locked up when the punch in. Any cash on your person belongs to me.” “Remind me never to work for you,” I grinned. Eric laughed hard. “They know big brother is watching. My camera system was designed by a Las Vegas casino company. The cameras can read a ladies watch in the dark. All trash is recycled and is separated by a machine… cans, dark bottles, clear bottles etc. The machine can tell if anything is inside the can or bottle. The paper is searched if there is a big money discrepancy. I fired all the bartenders one night before opening and in five minutes I had the thief. If they thought about it I would have lost a lot of money that night without hiring them back but it scared the shit out of them. We watched the tape again and the guy had an accomplice he was passing money to. I had them arrested and the accomplice handed me the cash. They spent the night in a cell before I dropped the charges. See I am a nice guy,” he smiled. “Damn it is so quiet in here my ears hurt,” I said realizing we were alone in the building. “I better call a cab to get home.” “Have you eaten?” Eric asked. “Eight hours ago. I could go for some of that shrimp dip thing you served at the party. I should eat something to absorb the liquor.” “I can whip up some breakfast or some of that shrimp dip. I make a killer shrimp omelet,” he offered. “Stealing food from the kitchen?” I teased. “Don’t worry you’ll pay,” he replied. I followed him into the restaurant kitchen and then down a hall where he opened the door using a hand scanner. Once inside the liquor vault he set an alarm with a code. We crossed the liquor storeroom which was refrigerated and he opened a second door. Again he set an alarm before he turned on the lights. I was impressed by the great room and the gourmet kitchen. It was all open concept and on the modern side. It looked like there was 2000 square feet of entertaining space. Ryan’s party would have been perfect in this space if they didn’t have the floorshow and the roast. I was sure we were in another building. “I sometimes use this space for dinner parties,” he said as if he was reading my mind. “My family loves to do holiday dinner here. Everybody brings a dish or dessert. I roast the turkeys or hams. I make the mashed potatoes the way my grandmother taught me. There is a list on my web site and the family signs up for what to bring. If we run out of something like yams it ain’t my fault.” “I bet you don’t hose this down like out there,” I said pointing toward the bar. “They all help clean up but I have people come in the next day to do a deep cleaning. What can I get you for breakfast?” “That shrimp omelet sounded good. No onions or hot peppers for me. Plain scrambled eggs would be fine or whatever you want to do.” I watched as he chopped vegetables like a real chef. He knew what he was doing. The end product was delicious. He sat next to me as we ate. After eating I felt a little less drunk. I looked down and Eric’s hard cock was jutting out of his pants. He was sliding his fist up and down it slowly and pre-cum was all over his uncut cock. I turned toward him and leaned my chest against his thickly muscled arm before I reached for his cock. He moved his hand away and my hand replaced his. His cock was long, thick, hot, and wet with pre-cum. As I stroked and gently squeezed it I felt more pre-cum ooze out of the flared head. I brought my hand to my mouth and wet it, tasting his juice. I again stroked his cock. He turned to face me and then leaned toward my ear, kissing and licking my neck. “Oh fuck yeah. Yeah, good, suck me,” he whispered. I dropped to my knees and when my face was close to his crotch I smelled his manly musk. The mushroom head stretched his ample foreskin at the end of his long, thick shaft. A trimmed patch of blond hair was at the root and big low hanging balls which seemed to be churning. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and leaned forward kissing the tip I ran my tongue under his foreskin as I milked his cock with my hand. I savored the slick juice before I pulled down his foreskin and closed my lips over his mushroom crown to suck in more of his natural lubricant. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and slid his shaft over my tongue. “Oooooh,” he moaned. “Yeah!” I moved my head back and forth sliding the head to the back of my throat, his juice flowing, mixing with the saliva dripping down my chin, rolling down my neck, wetting the front of my shirt. He stood and shoved the barstool back flexing his hips moving his cock in and out of my mouth as his big nuts bounced off my chin. I took his balls in one hand and massaged them gently. I let go of his cock with my other hand and reached around to grasp his muscular butt. With the hand on his balls I let a finger slide into the cleft of his ass to touch his pucker and ease my fingertip into his hole. “Oooooh fuck yeah, gonna cum,” he moaned. “Muuumh,” I grunted. “You gonna swallow it?” he asked. “Muunh,” I answered nodding my head. I felt his cock flex and the head swell bigger as a blast of cum exploded against the back of my throat. I gulped it down as another wad squirted into my mouth. I backed off just a bit to taste his salty, creamy cum shooting onto my tongue. He was humping and grunting as I swallowed it, as fast as I could. Backing off his cock I saw a string of his man juice was still connected to my mouth. I let go of his butt and balls pulling my finger out of his rectum. I stood in front of him. “Stay,” he said. I felt his hands on my shoulders. I looked up and saw his pure white teeth as he grinned at me. “I want you to fuck my ass,” he said. “Okay,” I mumbled. I followed him out of the kitchen to the elevator. I envisioned a dungeon where sex slaves would be whipped and raped but it was a well lighted employee parking garage. “We better get your car off the street first,” he said opening the overhead door to the ramp. My car was just down the street. He directed me into a parking space and in the elevator going back up he pressed his hard cock against mine. His bedroom was bigger than the house I grew up in; the suite was a man-cave retreat with two walk in closets, bookshelves on all the walls, a fireplace, a sitting area, and a master bathroom as big as an efficiency apartment. It didn’t bother me that there were no windows but it was logical because he slept during the day. He stripped down to his briefs with the intention of showering the bar smell away. I pressed my naked body against his back and inhaled deeply. “I smell the bar but I also smell the man musk. I would love to be here after a heavy workout,” I whispered in his ear. I fondled his cock and he grabbed a tube to slick his cock with some lube as I stroked. I turned my back to him, bent over, and rested my hands on the hot tub. He swiped some of the lube in the cleft of my ass, found my puckered hole and fingered some of the lube up into me. He guided his cock to my pucker and put the cock head against it. I felt his cock flex inside my cheeks, the knob flared and pushed against my tight, slick hole. I grunted as the thick head of his cock was forced into my ass. I moaned and then relaxed my hole allowing his cock to slip right up into me. “Ah, oh, yeah, ungh,” I grunted. “It’s all the way in stud, you ready?” he asked. “Yes, oh yeah, fuck my ass!” He pulled back leaving just the fat knob trapped inside my sphincter, then reversed direction and pushed into me again. I urged him on with words, sounds, and my butt muscles clenching his cock. I felt both his hands on my hips as his cock was thrusting back and forth in me. He moved slowly, gently at first and then picked up speed. As he fucked me my cock started dripping pre-cum in a steady stream. In no time I was cumming and as my asshole flexed tightly around his cock. I felt him stiffen and grow thicker inside me as his cum was coating the insides of my hot channel. He slowly pulled out. Cum ran down the insides of my legs as he stepped back. I started to straighten up when he wrapped his huge arms around me and pulled me against his hard body. “You were supposed to fuck me,” he chuckled. “Okay,” I said. He walked into the shower enclosure to start the water. I lubed my cock and shoved him against the wall as my cock searched for his hole. He reached back and spread his ass cheeks allowing my cock to plunge all the way in. He moaned his approval and it felt so good I was about to cum before my second thrust. What started as a lost night with no booze and no prospect of sex ended in a fuck-fest. Ryan and Megan spent most of the first week in bed without fucking. They were recovering from sunburn. I, on the other hand, spent the early morning hours of each day the next week with Eric fucking my brains out. Eric offered me a job controlling liquor inventory and I hesitated taking it because of our relationship. He pointed out that I wouldn’t have to sleep all evening and get up in the middle of the night to be with him because our schedules would be the same. He me a damn good salary in the contract and he included room, board, and sex in the verbal employment benefits package. With all those benefits how could I say no?
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    Acting Dumb

    Acting Dumb “Yeah, I’ll tell you what you’re gonna do. Pull on some sweats and meet me outside in three minutes. No, don’t shower. Then you’ll follow me to my place. I have some things I want to show you. Yeah it is a type of wrestling. The mat is only about seven feet square. I keep it in my bedroom.” I acted naïve but I knew he wanted to fuck. The only mat in his bedroom was a king size bed. The only wrestling he wanted to do was called the two man tango. Farm boys might look dumb but I knew the bulls were fucking before I was eight. I fucked my first cowboy at twelve and two years later there were thirty notches on my belt; one for each person I fucked not for each time I fucked. Today the notches number in the fifties; vertical notches for men and horizontal notches for women. Guys outnumbered girls by about four to one. Yeah I’ll gladly fuck my first male bodybuilder. I’ll finally get to carve an X in my belt tonight to designate my conquest. I know I can take him down and rope him like a steer then I can drop this dumb act and properly seed his ass. “Sir?” I said in reply. “I don’t have no sweats just my bib overalls.” “That’ll work,” he grinned. I nodded and followed his BMW in my pickup truck. The next day I carved two X’s in my belt because he didn’t know his handsome musclebound roommate was coming home early from his business trip. I love it when a good plan pays dividends.
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    Fast Track

    Fast Track He had agreed to train me and he was waiting for me at the entrance to his private gym. This was a onetime deal and I knew going in that only a small percentage of guys were invited back. He locked the door behind me and then he folded his arms across his chest and looked me over. “Where do I change?” I asked. “Right where you are standing,” he answered. I didn’t question him. He watched my cock with interest as I stuffed it into my jock. Two hours later he led me to the shower room. I was exhausted and weak from the workout. He was almost as sweaty since he worked out beside me. He washed me and then he handed me the sponge. I paid particular attention to his cock and balls and he didn’t hesitate to get hard. He led me upstairs to his apartment for a rubdown and massage. One thing led to another and soon we were fucking. As I dressed I feared that I wouldn’t be invited back. I gave it up too easily, I thought. He came down the stairs still naked and he walked right up to me. He hugged me from behind and told me to be back the next day at one pm sharp. “In a month or two you’ll be joining the big boys that work out here in the evening,” he whispered in my ear. I rubbed my butt against his hard cock. “Be careful or I might have to take you upstairs again,” he groaned. I knew he would soon be opening the door for his 1pm appointment. “Maybe Rob and I can fast track you,” he said before the doorbell rang. “There’s Rob now,” he said as he hugged me tight. He reached over and turned the key in the lock. A mountain of a man walked in and locked the door. “Hey Dan. What do have we here?” Rob smiled as he sandwiched me between them. “Somebody I think we should fast track,” I heard from behind me. Rob’s right hand grabbed my belt buckle, and pulled my body into his, as his left hand reached around and slid into the back pocket of my jeans cradling and massaging my butt cheek while the fingers of his free hand slid past my zipper and into my boxer shorts. Lips nibbled at my ear and my neck. I threw my head back and surrendered to his seduction. My belt was opened and then my jeans and briefs were pulled down to my ankles from behind before the two men traded places. I felt Rob’s cock head slide up and down my crevice, playing against my opening. He moved his cock right against my hole, and then I felt both his hands at my waist and I felt his cock jab but not enter. Shivers went up my spine from the sensation. “Do you want this?” “Ooh yes,” I moaned. “Push back against me,” he ordered. My sore sphincter muscles almost went into spasms waiting for his thick head to penetrate me. Slowly, ever so cautiously, I leaned back into him more and more and then bit by bit I opened for him. Dan’s cum was the lube for my ass to be stretched wide around Rob’s massive cock. “You are halfway there. Do you want the rest of this?” he chuckled. “Oh fuck! Only half,” I moaned as I nodded. He thrust forward, and could feel him sliding in deeper and deeper until I felt his balls come to rest on my body. He pulled me against his chest and wrapped his muscular arms around me. He began to thrust into my cum filled tunnel and I could feel his muscles flex with each lunge forward feeding his huge cock into my tight hole. “I like your tight ass. I'm going to fuck you until you cum,” he promised. I looked down and Dan was on his knees sucking my dick. I either lost track of time or my brain was frozen with lust because I heard my mouth begging for his seed. When he filled my ass with his cum for the fourth or was it the fifth time I had my third orgasm and my legs could no longer support my body. With his gigantic arm holding my body close to him and his cock still lodged deep inside me everything was fading to black and I was slowly losing consciousness. “Fuck Rob, it looks like he is starting to pack on muscle already! My turn,” I heard Dan say before I passed out after the best fuck of my short life.
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    Super Growth Formula

    Oops! Sorry I didn't remember posting this story earlier. I usually mark them as posted and this story didn't get marked. D
  7. Super Growth Formula I made a commitment to help my friend to move a new mattress he purchased up to his bedroom. The only time it could be deliver was while he was at an out of town orientation for his new job so he somehow convinced his real estate agent to let the delivery people into his new townhouse. I didn’t blame him for not trusting the neighbors because he didn’t know them from Adam. I couldn’t do it because I was at work. I met Alan in college where we became fast friends. In college Alan was a wheeler-dealer that always had a scheme that was going to make big money. He wanted us to get paper routes so we could earn money before classes started in the morning… then there was the dishwasher job… sell gadgets on line… be a Wal-Mart greater… but I think the best was selling our sperm. After graduation he got a job making 120K but the drawback was he traveled forty to fifty weeks a year. All I knew was that he used his expertise to fix problems. He has a body like a gymnast or a swimmer and years after graduation he stayed slim and handsome as ever. Tired of traveling all the time he applied for a job in Chicago where I live and work. After his second interview he was hired. A few days later I met him downtown and we went to dinner. He was flying out that night so I rode the Blue Line (‘L’) with him out to the airport. There are two entrances to the Subway on Monroe Street, one is the Red Line and the other the Blue Line and a stranger in town could easily be confused. When we were entering the platform a man in a dark blue suit and black rim glasses was walking toward us making a bee line for the stairs. I had to step aside because he walked right between us. Time seemed to slow down for a few seconds and when I blinked he was gone. The rude man was either a nut case or a jerk. I looked at Alan and he did a double take in the direction of the stairs before he laughed. What I didn’t know was the man slipped a plastic test tube into my suit jacket pocket without me feeling a thing. I didn’t find the container until I cleaned out my pockets that night so the suit could go to the cleaners. There was a cryptic note wrapped around the tube. Confidential: Grow Formula 01/2029840438. Men. One dose; delivered as requested. “Requested by whom?” I said. I decided the guy was a nut case and tossed the vial into the trash basket by my desk. It was probably poison… or drugs that would lead to addiction. Before his job started Alan bought the townhouse he lusted after and had his worldly goods shipped. He didn’t have any furniture so it was just boxes of clothes and books. He went to the company orientation in Atlanta for all the new hires. There were reams of paperwork to sign according to Alan but he seemed very happy with his decision to change jobs. The last thing I wanted to do Saturday morning was move a bed upstairs. I knocked on the door. It was just a few moments before Alan appeared in the doorway. “Hey,” he said smiling and taking my hand in a firm shake. “How’s it going?” I smiled back and rolled my eyes. “It is Saturday morning and I should be asleep in my bed.” He burst out laughing and stepped aside to let me in. The house was empty except for boxes and a mattress in the middle of the living room floor. The sheets and blankets were still on the mattress but he pulled them off as I watched. Soon we made our first trip upstairs to Alan’s new bedroom. The king mattress weighed more than I ever expected so by the time it was in his room I was sweating. The box spring was lighter but harder to get around the corners. He asked me to help put the bed frame together so we went downstairs for some cold water and his tool box. As we went up the stairs again I couldn’t help but notice his athletic ass hidden in his tight jeans. Alan had been trying to put on some muscle recently but without success; not that he wasn’t muscular already. He was buff like a runner or tri-athlete. His quest reminded me of one of his get rich quick schemes. He sent off for a supplement (that was mostly sugar) that was supposed to pack on muscle. Without the gym work he wanted the kind of muscle that took bodybuilders years to acquire by spending countless hours in the gym, taking steroids and supplements, and eating five meals a day. Once in his room I sat on the floor reading instructions as he rummaged through his tools. After a few minutes of small talk and banter we got busy bolting the frame together. It seemed like hours before we lifted the mattress in place and started making the bed. I sat on the sofa in his room and turned on the TV. The cable company hadn’t hooked him up yet so all I got was static. He didn’t know I was gay. But I didn’t know I was gay until we became close friends. Like now I would chub up or get hard when I was around him. I didn’t tell him because I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship. I had learned to control myself around him but when he sat on the sofa next to me I could smell his cologne and man musk. It drove me crazy. “I’ve got something to show you,” he said as he put his hand on my knee and stood. He walked across the room and dug in a box. He held up a test tube of green liquid. “What’s that?” I asked knowing there was an identical test tube in the garbage can by my desk at home. “Remember when we were getting on the subway and a guy walked between us?” he asked. I nodded. “He put this in my pocket. Well, I was trying to pack on some muscle like a big bodybuilder. There was a piece of paper wrapped around this tube.” He took a note from his pocket and passed it to me. “Confidential: Bodybuilding Formula 01/2029840438. Men. One dose; delivered as instructed.” I read aloud. I put the note on the table. “What?” I asked. “I dunno, but it sounds good, huh?” “You can’t seriously be thinking of drinking it?” “Why not,” he grinned, showing a set of beautiful white teeth. “It could be poison,” I said. “It could be drugs! Or it could be green piss!” I said to gross him out. I tried to convince him not to even consider opening the tube but his face broke out in a sexy grin and he drank the mysterious green liquid. I pulled out my phone to call 911. “Nothing’s happening” he laughed. “It’s Gatorade. What a whuss,” he said laughing. He suddenly bent forward, as though he had a stomach cramp or was going to throw up. His stomach made a gurgling sound and he clutched his belly with both hands. “Oh shit!” he said, turning toward the bathroom. I grabbed the phone but when he got to the door he stopped groaning, and stood up straight. “Wait,” he said. He started smiling like it was some practical joke or something. “I feel alright.” He was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, “I feel… good, actually. Woah, my legs feel weird.” He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down. He stepped out of them and I could see that his quads were thickening. The muscles on the front and back of his legs began to thicken and flex. Within a couple minutes there was a huge amount of mass on his now tree-trunk legs. His calves and ass were growing as his abs began getting totally ripped. His obliques turned into an Adonis belt and I could see his cock chubbing up. He caressed his cock softly as his upper body began changing. His square pecs which had been totally flat and thin, grew, stretching his shirt until the seams could be heard popping. “Woah!” he gasped as the huge slabs of meat kept growing and expanding his chest. His nipples were erect and pointing down at the floor. His hand touched his humongous pecs and he began stroking them in awe. Then his arms began to grow. His biceps and triceps were expanding so fast that the shirtsleeve cut into his flesh. They were well over twenty inches and growing. I could see that his neck was thickening like the rest of his body. His traps and back were thickening. “I have to get this off” he said. His voice was much deeper. “This shirt… I can’t breathe.” He raised his arms, revealing humungous lats, and tore off his shirt. His shoulders looked three feet wide since his delts had grown thicker and more muscular. His hands no longer rested near his hips because his lats were so big they held his arms away from his body. He bounced his pecs playfully and I could feel my cock leaking pre-cum. Before my eyes Alan had become a muscle god. I sat down on the floor in awe as he walked over to me. I looked up, but could only see his mountainous chest. He slowly flexed his pecs to show me the rippling muscle fibers accentuating the deep crevice between his pecs. “Touch me,” he said in his deep, deep sexy voice. I reached up and stroked his massive pecs as he continued to bounce those slabs of pure manliness. He flexed his biceps and I held them, though even both my hands struggled to wrap themselves around them. He smiled as my fingers were pushed further apart by his growing triceps. He turned and I knelt behind him worshiping his quads. He groaned while flexing them. As I massaged my hand was getting closer and closer to his crotch. Then he turned to face me and when I looked up his boner was penetrating the boxers. There was at least ten inches of shaft topped with a thick mushroom shaped head slowly pushing back the stretched foreskin. He rolled a rubber on and started stoking his cock. He tore off his boxers and I thought he was going to fuck me but he didn’t. I licked his huge balls and worshipped his body until he started to fill the rubber. There were a couple ounces of cum in the tip when I pulled off the condom. Then as his cock softened the muscle began to slowly be reabsorbed into his frame. Somehow I got the feeling that this wasn’t the first time he did this. “I’m so tired,” he whispered as he fell into the bed. “I thought you ought to know I’m gay too.” “I thought it was just me,” I told him as I sat next to him. He pulled me into bed so he could spoon against my back. “I know about your bodybuilding magazines. I know you lust after muscle. I needed you to see what would happen. How big… I just needed to be with you,” he tried to explain. “I put one drop in some green Gatorade. I had to see if you want me to be that big?” “How would you explain the sudden growth?” I asked. “And none of my clothes would fit,” he chuckled as he fell into a deep sleep. I could have slipped away but being in bed with him was a dream come true even though I was fully clothed. I closed my eyes and savored the moment. When I opened my eyes again Alan had me nude and was cleaning me up with his tongue. He was huge again and he was after the cum I dumped in my pants. He lifted my legs and parked his cock at my ass. “Fuck me,” I begged, and he did. Within a year the company I worked for went bankrupt and I was out of work. We consolidated our households into his townhome and over the next year Alan had to keep buying bigger clothes because each time he took a drop of the formula he didn’t completely shrink back all the way. It was like he was making small gains every week in the gym and his co-workers never noticed. We made a time lapse film of his growth by taking a couple pictures of him standing in the same spot every day. The day I cleaned out my desk at work Alan poured my tube of green stuff down my throat. My growth was amazing and I might even call it orgasmic. I have remained absolutely massive instead of shrinking down like Alan does after taking one drop in green Gatorade. The night of my initial growth I rolled on a rubber and fucked Alan. I knew it was a massive orgasm and that I shot a lot of cum ballooning out the rubber. I tied it off and dropped it on the floor next to the bed. I barely closed my eyes when we heard someone pounding on the front door. I pulled on a robe and when I opened the door I stumbled backwards. It was the man in the blue suit and black frame glasses we saw in the subway station. He barged in and made his way directly to our bedroom. Alan was asked who was at the front door when I got back to the bedroom. The man in blue drained my condom into a container, mixed my cum with something, and then filled twenty to thirty plastic vacuum tubes with the green liquid. He was so focused on his task it was as if he didn’t see us. “Explain,” I demanded. He jumped as if he was startled. “Can you see me?” he asked. “Mostly. You move from here to there so quickly it looks like you disappear here and reappear there,” I pointed at two spots. “This is the most valuable first harvest I have ever made. I have pictures of your naked body before and after and this, (he held up the tubes) will be worth billions.” “Explain,” I said again. “This is a growth formula that cannot be reproduced in the lab. It is the produced by the body, and your body is unique. Once a person drinks a tube like I gave you and the muscular growth occurs a substance is produced in your cum. It happens only once. We call it the first harvest. The growth of your physique produces a compound that combines with your semen and is expelled via the first orgasmic discharge after the growth occurs but after that no additional growth serum is ever produced. I have been searching for years to find someone that would react to the formula like you have,” he said as he touched my pecs. “Massive growth,” he muttered. “What I gave you and your friend over there was a diluted version of this, (he held up the tubes) because pure it would kill. There are ten thousand doses in this bag. Think what a government would pay to create a super soldier… or ten thousand that looked like you. You may not realize it yet but your brainpower also increased, possibly doubling or tripling your IQ. ” “But if muscle growth produces the green stuff what is there to prevent that government from eliminating the middleman?” I asked. “I will grow the soldiers and be in charge of the first harvest and therefore I will have a limitless supply of growth formula.” He smiled and disappeared. “Who were you talking to,” Alan asked. “I saw some blue streaks that stopped in front of you but your back was to me.” “Do you remember the man in blue from the subway? Well he was just here.” “No shit!” “And I know his secret,” I said as I ran downstairs to get Alan’s vial but it was gone. I got some Gatorade and filled my discarded condom with it and made Alan drink it down. The type of growth he had that night mirrored my body. Of course he was unique and he already looked like a bodybuilder but his body came into sharp focus and remained tight and buff without gym time or dieting. His clothing was a little tight in the chest and arms but looser around the waist. That night when he fucked me he filled a condom with a batch of the green super growth formula. We found that men will pay big bucks to live a fantasy like I lived each time Alan drank the diluted formula and took me to bed. We run the fantasy and the men think it is a muscle suit they are using. Some believe we use hypnosis, none the less they have great muscle sex. It doesn’t matter if a guy wants to dominate or be dominated, sex is phenomenal. In the morning they are usually ecstatic from living that fantasy and we have had many return customers. And yes each time they drink the diluted formula they retain a small amount of residual muscle just like Alan did. The musclemen that Alan’s growth formula produced were good but not incredible. The stuff the man in blue gave us caused outstanding muscle growth in me but Alan had been diluting his vial of the formula. Maybe the residual cum in the condom wasn’t enough to trigger growth like I had. Also I can’t help but wonder if my body was pre-conditioned for super growth by Alan repeatedly fucking me in his expanded state before I drank that tube of green stuff. As for the man in the blue suit, we never saw him again. No muscular army of ten thousand appeared on Earth so we have to assume that he has set up shop in some other part of the galaxy.
  8. Portrait picture taken of me in December of 2018 for a Christmas present at the request of my mom He Was Shirtless and Looking Hot Starting my second job after college put my whole life in flux. At 28 I was good looking, fit, still single, and available. There were a million things to do and I kept telling myself that I had to join a health club. Not only was my muscle tone fading I needed to take all my frustrations out on something. If I didn’t do it lifting, then I might start taking my aggressions out on people. Moving to a new city was like starting all over again. I had to find the cleaners, the grocery stores, the GNC, and all the places we take for granted when we live in the same place for years. Finding and furnishing an apartment was my first priority. I rented out of the city so taking the commuter train took almost two hours from my front door to the office. That meant that half my day was spent for work related activities. Four hours of that was wasted time riding a train, time I could spend in a gym, time I could run errands, time I could use to party so it only took a few weeks to absolutely hate that commute. I had just signed the lease so I was obligated to the torture for a year. I knew I wanted out of the suburban life so I began looking for a residence in the city. I was up front with the agent regarding my timeline and he made several suggestions one of which was buying an apartment in a high rise building scheduled to be finished just before my lease expired. I was not impressed with the raw industrial look of the sample apartment. I looked at everything from single family homes to small apartment buildings for the next several months. Three months later I took a chance and put an offer in on a building close to downtown where I worked. The commute would be cut to twenty minutes at most. The neighborhood was in transition because an on ramp to the expressway was scheduled for closure so the elevated roadway could be widened. There were other ramps on larger streets nearby so it wasn’t a big deal except for people who lived in the area. They hated the ramp because of the traffic jams it caused throughout the whole neighborhood. The traffic was so bad they feared for children going to school in the morning. When the ramp was built, some longtime locals moved out and building values fell. Drugs and gangs moved in which made more people leave. The parks and the wide median fell into disrepair and were eventually clear cut. A local neighborhood group fought the widening of the street leading to the ramp and won in court because of some archaic charter declaring that the median remain green space in perpetuity. Take away the green space and the land would revert to the family that donated it when the wide four lane street was built. The judge said the paved area may also revert to the family as well. The city engineers decided to close the ramp and improve the other ramps nearby. The offer I made for the property I wanted was accepted and I became a homeowner. The trouble was the rental units in the front building had all been gutted and now they needed to be put back together. The back building where I planned to live had been renovated for office space so all closets had been removed from the bedrooms upstairs. The good news was there were three huge bathrooms and the bad news was the bathrooms needed to be returned to residential configurations. Homes normally don’t have three urinals and three toilet stalls. All in all there were ten toilets in the three bathrooms. I assumed that I could live in the space while things were being fixed-boy was I wrong. Nearer to the expressway there was an old neighborhood shopping district where there once was a dry goods store, grocery store, drug store, a boarding house, movie theater, butcher shop, etc. In the 1950’s the boarding house and movie theater had been converted to a gentleman’s club which was a euphemism for a whorehouse, bordello, or brothel but it was closed down in 1968 because of the prostitution. The gays took it over and turned it into a bath house. It was on the brink of being closed again but the owners invested in gym equipment and turned it into a health club to avoid a forced closing. As a result the mainly gay clientele welcomed the straight members who gave the club some respectability. It was open 24 hrs, had pristine equipment and was cheaper than any other health club in town. For me you could not beat the proximity, the hours, or the price so I joined. What I didn’t know was that the club also had about thirty rooms with beds and tiny bathrooms which you could rent for an additional 20 dollars a night if you were a member. I understand that some rooms were rented more than once per night. The rooms were a throwback from the boarding house days. When the Madam took over she added stacks of bathrooms to the back of the building so the John could shower before going home to his wife. When the work started on my residence the plumber ripped out all three bathrooms and the carpenters ripped out the kitchen. Closets were being built and electricians were updating the wiring. I couldn’t live with the construction dirt and noise going on or the lack of facilities so I rented a room at the club by the week. All my furniture went into storage and my clothes were in the room I rented. At first it was a little weird being around so many openly gay guys. No matter what it was called it was still a gay bath house. A body would brush up against me in the locker room or the sauna, but nobody forced anything. The gym showers were communal, and often guys would be showering immediately after having sex with each other unless they had one of the rented rooms. One thing I have to say about the gays, they used the gym and watched their waistline. It was strange to see so many cocks of different shapes and sizes. At first I thought that most of these guys had bigger cocks, but then I realized that many guys were wearing cock rings to stay permanently semi-hard. I found myself looking more and more at the meat between their legs, especially the uncut guys. For some reason I was curious about how they escaped the knife. One time in the sauna I witnessed an Asian stud and a black bodybuilder meet and slowly slide into a position with the Asian guy sucking cock. Their position blocked my exit, but I wasn’t going anywhere because I was fascinated by the sight of this seven inch uncut cock disappearing into the guy’s mouth. The slurping sounds, the moans and the groans were highlighted by the look of sheer contentment on the face of both guys. After about five minutes the black guy put his hands on the back of the other guys head and began to thrust vigorously. The bodybuilder groaned and shot a load of cum. Squishing and slurping sounds filled the air and so did the fresh scent of semen. I was hard. I was a straight guy in a dark sauna full of gay men, and my dick was hard. I had not noticed at first, but several of the other men who were watching the live porn had started giving each other hand jobs thus the smell of semen. I was startled when my cock was engulfed by something wet and warm. I looked down to see the dim image of a rather muscular blond man sliding his mouth up and down on my prick. Then he took it all. No woman had ever taken more than half my cock and this guy swallowed it whole. It was too much, too fast. I was horrified by what was happening and angry with myself that I had let it go that far that long. I pulled away and headed for the shower. I told myself I left because I didn’t like being used but in truth maybe I liked it too much. I was in the shower about 15 minutes. A couple of guys that reeked of sex came and went but I took little notice. When the shower next to me was turned on I almost jumped. There was a good old country farm boy standing next to me. He slowly started to clean his cock, rolling the loose foreskin back, soaping it up, and then letting the water rush over it. I was in awe. I was still almost fully erect but he was soft. Our cocks were more than two feet apart but there was no mistaking that his soft meat dwarfed my hard 7 inch tool. Even flaccid it was several inches longer and way thicker than mine. He jacked the skin back and forth and turned around. I had never been aroused by a cock before, but now all I wanted to do was drop to my knees and suck his monster cock. My head was spinning. I turned away to hide my erection. Suddenly I heard his water stop. He was drying himself and preparing to leave. I felt like I would never get a chance like this again so I turned off my shower so I could follow him. He wrapped his towel around his waist and walked out. It was now or never. I acted instinctively and hurried out after him. I stood behind him as he opened his locker. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but don’t I know you from somewhere?” He turned and looked me up and down. “I don’t think so,” he chuckled. “I’m new in town.” I moved here a year ago myself. You sure look familiar where did you go to college?” “I’m from Iowa, went to Iowa State University in Ames, Iowa.” “Isn’t that where the Pickers on TV are from?” “No, Ames is in the middle of the state. The Pickers live on the east side of the state on the Mississippi River.” “Oh, sorry,” I said. Jeez that was lame. I thought as I walked back to my room. About ten seconds later there was knock on the door. I thought about not answering because sometimes the gay guys take a chance when they see you go into a room. Sometimes I acted like I was in the bathroom and they would go away. He knocked again and I pulled the door open. It was the stud from the locker room. There he was shirtless and looking hot. I invited him in and we introduced ourselves. I offered him a drink and he made himself a strong rum and coke. “Well Luke, what do you do for fun in Ames Iowa?” “I like to suck and I like to fuck,” he replied as he stood in front of me. By then I was sitting on the bed. I looked down and was confronted by his hardening cock only inches from my face. He had pulled his belt open and the jeans had fallen around his ankles. His boxers had been shoved down around his thighs. I had two choices; I could throw him out or take him up on his silent offer. I decided to give it a try and explore why I was so turned on in the sauna. I took his soft cock in my hand and I heard a quick intake of breath. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue out over his foreskin, then opened my lips around the giant head of his cock. The silky smoothness slid into my mouth filling it instantly. I tried to mimic what the Asian guy was doing in the sauna. Before I knew what hit me he was fully hard. His shaft was a foot long and thick like a porn star. Damn! I could only get a couple inches in my mouth. He stepped out of his clothes and pulled me to my feet. “Tom, you should be naked too,” he said softly. When I was stripped he sat down on the bed and I fell to my knees. I really went to work moving up and down then swirling my tongue inside his sheath and around the underside of his cock. I did all the things that I had seen on line; all the things I wanted a woman to do to me. His ample pre-cum ran over my tongue lubricating the path into my throat. I sucked and licked as he put his hands on my head and forced my lips down until they touched his pubes. “That’s good. That’s excellent,” he said. He began to thrust faster and faster. Instinctively I knew he was close. I closed my lips around his cockhead as he fisted his shaft until his cum shot into my mouth. It filled my mouth and some ran out down his cock. I swallowed and choked as the thick tasty seed coated my throat. I was in heaven! Luke hovered over me on the mattress before he leaned down to lick my heaving sweaty chest circling my nubs and nipping them with his teeth until my back arched. Once he knew my Achilles heal he went to town chewing, licking and sucking my tits as I increasingly bucked my hips. His hands roamed my sweating muscular frame before heading south to force my legs apart. His fingers which seemed to be filled with lube started to circle my hungry rosebud until my hole was moist and ready, allowing his fingers to effortlessly slide in my tight ass. Luke finally abandoned his assault on my tortured bullets to come up for a kiss. “What a great way to spend the afternoon. I’d love to fuck the hell out of a sexy muscle stud like you,” he muttered. And all I could do was moan in reply. “I really needed to cum. Now it’s your turn,” he whispered. He flipped me over and I felt a tongue licking and circling my pucker before he speared my sphincter with his probing tongue making me whimper. Before long he began coaching me and teaching me how to relax enough to let him in. Finally I felt the head of Luke’s tool pushing in and I eagerly welcomed the thick rod stretching my tunnel until he bottomed out with a groan of satisfaction. “Damn, you’d think you were a fucking virgin. Geezus you’re tight!” he said but that didn’t stop him from quickly building speed. “Damn Tom, I can’t hold it... Oh fuck!” he yelled as his cock swelled in my ass and a load of warm thick jizz fired like a cannon. The searing liquid pumped into my ass and once done he lowered his hard body onto my back and wrapped his arms around my chest. I hadn’t cum yet but I savored the feeling of the huge hard sweaty muscular man on my back. A minute later he rolled to his side taking my body with him. “Tom,” he whispered. “Sorry…” his body trembled like he was having an orgasmic aftershock pumping more cum into my body. “I have been without for too long and I lost control…” I kissed his thick forearm and licked up some sweat. “You need more don’t you?” Luke chuckled when he saw me helplessly nod. I felt his cock slip out of my ass and I turned to face him. He turned to his back and I snuggled into the crook of his arm. His pecs were in my face and I couldn’t resist licking his body. I closed my eyes and slept. As I slowly became aware I realized there was a body spooning behind me. I remembered having a couple of drinks to celebrate the end of another week. I remembered being in the sauna and watching the gay guys. I remembered my cock being attacked and then seeking refuge in the shower… oh shit… the hunk I hit on in the locker room. He came to my room. Fuck! I willingly had sex with a guy! I had sex with Luke and his arm is around me and this is not normal morning wood because I’m super hard and leaking pre-cum. His hard prick is in my ass crack and I’m so horny I want to cum. It’s the smell! Damn his body is so hard and muscular! His breath is so hot on my neck… he fucked my virgin ass but I’d let him do it again. Or would I? I shouldn’t want that but I almost feel like I need more… man sex. “Luke?” I croaked. “Mmmm! You’re awake. I’ve been savoring your body for an hour.” He inhaled deeply. “I’m so hard I could pound nails with this thing,” he said as he kissed my traps. He gently began to thrust his cock over my tender pucker. My cock pulsed out more pre-cum. “What time is it?” I said. Jeez that was a dumb thing to ask, I thought. He is seducing me and I ask for the time. How sexy is that? “Almost ten in the morning,” he replied hugging me closer. “We stink and we should shower together to get this day started.” “My alarm didn’t go off. I’m late for work. I’ll have to call in…” “Tom, it’s Saturday,” he chuckled. “Oh.” “Luke,” I said as I turned to face him. “I’m not gay.” “I know. I’m not gay either but another night like last night with you could turn me gay, although you would have to understand if I occasionally went out and fucked a beautiful woman.” “I never… I’ve never had sex with a guy before. I have to take a piss.” I crawled over him to get out of bed. A moment later he stood next to me and his flow was as strong as mine. “Would it be so bad to be a bisexual?” he asked. I didn’t answer and instead I started the shower. He stepped in behind me and I turned to face him. “I might be jealous if you had sex with anybody else,” I admitted. He looked at me strangely and his fingers touched my face. There may have been a tear in his eye but it was hard to tell for sure in the shower. He touched his forehead to mine and then he hugged me. I was instantly hard again. Luke came out of the bathroom drying his hair displaying his hard incredible stud body. Huge hard muscles yet lean and buff with amazing arms and pecs but when I looked down… crap. I had been royally fucked by that huge piece of meat last night and I couldn’t help staring at what was swinging between his muscular thighs. Soft, it was really long, but impossibly thick. It was was mind numbing. I focused on finding clothes to wear with my back to him so I would stop staring. He came up behind me and pressed his fresh clean body against my back. “What?” “Do you know the first time I saw you, I thought you were really hot.” “Last night?” “No three months ago I came here for a job interview and saw you in the gym downstairs. I went out that night for supper and I remember seeing you in the restaurant wearing black jeans and a black tank with a partially open white shirt. It looked really hot on you and I thought you were the sexiest guy in the place. Then you disappeared. I wasn’t going to accept the job offer but then I convinced myself that I only had a chance with you if I was here in town. “But we hadn’t even met.” “Then last night I saw you go into the shower. I felt like I was stalking you but when I saw your hard cock I panicked and left. I knew it was going to work out when you came and talked to me. I followed you and the rest is history.” It took a while but we became a couple and Luke moved in with me when the renovations to my residence were completed. The real history is that many years have gone by and we are still together. Luke approved of my townhouse and had a major hand renovating the kitchen. It turns out he is an amateur chef that loves to have dinner parties. Luke suggested we go high end on the apartments to attract executives since we were so close to downtown and it worked. At first we only had a 10% occupancy rate but word of mouth boosted us to 90% in just one year. My job was eventually phased out and I gladly took early retirement so we could travel. I can only imagine how empty life would have been without Luke. I tease him often with the line, “I’m sorry to disturb you, but don’t I know you from somewhere?” “Yes sir, I think you do,” he now answers as he takes me in his arms.
  9. THE ALASKAN GERMAN CONNECTION I was stranded on the Autobahn in a parking area. I was driving a rented car when one of the tires had a blowout at eighty miles per hour. Cars whizzed by as I limped the car into the parking area. A Mercedes-Benz GLS SUV stopped and the guy asked in German if I needed help. I gulped when I looked in the window because the guy was massive. I didn’t speak German and he didn’t speak English. I have a translator app on my phone and spoke into it asking for a ride. He flexed his arm while looking at me like a piece of meat; he nodded, and said “Ja”. I showed him a business card from the hotel where I was staying and he smiled. He looked over at me and flexed his arm again before focusing on the road. Instead of dropping me off in front of the hotel he parked in the hotel’s parking garage. I swiped my card key to enter the hotel and dropped it trying to put it back in my pocket. He picked it up “In welchem Raum bist du,” he said. “Zimmernummer?” he said pointing at the card. “der raum, der plaz.” “My room is 318,” I said after looking at my phone translator. He found the room and opened the door. “Willst du mich einladen?” he asked. Will you invite me inside, I read on the translator. “Badezimmer, die Toilette. I didn’t need the translator to know he was asking to use the bathroom. He was probably was stopping to relieve himself in the parking area restrooms when he saw me. I sat on the bed to call the rental car company. They spoke English and I was fine until they asked where the car was parked. He knelt on the bed behind me and took the phone. I understood Autobahn and assumed he was telling them the mile marker number or the closest exit. I moved to stand as he was talking and before I was on my feet he broke the connection and wrapped his arm around me to pull me back onto the bed. I jumped up when I realized he was naked. The man was a mountain of muscle. “Hast du nicht nach einer mitfahrgelegenheit gefragt?” he spoke into my translator while stoking his hard cock. Did you not ask for a ride? It told me in English. “That wasn’t what I meant. I meant a ride to the hotel,” I protested but he was already starting to undress me. When I shoved his hand away he grabbed my tee shirt and lifted me off my feet. My back was against the wall with my feet dangling and he was opening my belt. My shorts and sandals fell to the floor then he peeled off my bikini underwear exposing my hard cock. The next thing I knew I was flying through the air and landing on the bed. Then the only thing on my body was his massive physique. “Du warst hart, seit du in meinem auto sitzt,” he smiled and rubbed my hard shaft. You was hard… in meinem auto sitzt. In my auto sit? So that is why he kept flexing; he thought I was asking for sex. “No, no, you misunderstood,” I said pushing against his massive chest. “Ja, Ja, sitzt. Setz dich auf meinen schaft. Reite mich!” Meinen schaft, meinen schaft. Reite mich; My shaft. Ride me. Holy shit he wanted to fuck me! Dann werde ich oben sein und dich ficken… translated to: then I will be on top fucking you. He reached for a jar of petroleum jelly and coated his cock. “Reite mich,” he said as he turned to his back and held up his thick cock. “Condom, rubber,” I said as he lifted me like a feather and made me straddle his abs. He rubbed his cock in my ass crack and then parked it at my hole. “Fuck,” he said as he released my weight and his cock started to enter my ass. I wasn’t ready for this. It felt like he was going to rip me a new ass hole so I tried to reject his invasion by pushing his cock out like I was taking a crap. “Ja, Ja!” he yelled as more of his shaft slipped into my ass. He held my hips until I slowly slid the rest of the way down the shaft. I shivered as his cock raked along my prostate. I knelt up again, until just the head was still inside my ass ring. He muttered as I rode him up and down a few more times, getting used to the new sensations. I was getting fucked. I was bottoming. It felt just... awesome. “Oh fuck,” I moaned. My eyes rolled back in my head and I threw my head back. “Fuuuck.” “You are like meinem hard cock, Ja?” “Fuck yeah. Fuuuuuuuuck.” He thrust up into me and I no longer had total control. I was so hot. I rose up until just the tip was still inside my tight wet hole. He started thrusting up and down, sliding in and out using long slow strokes at first, then faster and harder until I was begging for more. “Ngnnn. Ahhhh. Fuuuuuuuck.” I put all my weight down on his hips and ground in circles, leaning forward so his dick could hit my prostate. I put my hands on his chest and began to flick his nipples with my thumbs. Each time he thrust upwards I gasped. After a while my legs gave out, so I pulled off of him and rolled over onto my back. He took my hard cock in his mouth and bobbed up and down on it a few times, then lay the full length of his body down on top of mine and after a long passionate, kiss he rubbed his rough beard against my neck as he spoke in my ear. I had the feeling he was telling me what he was going to do next. He knelt between my knees and threw my legs up over his shoulders, grabbed his dick, and guided it to my wanting hole. Then he started to fuck me into oblivion again with the long, slow, steady strokes. He paused and lowered the full weight of his sweat-slicked muscular body on mine. He pushed and bucked to get the full length of his shaft inside me as I wrapped my legs around the small of his back. He was muttering as I used my ass muscles to squeeze his cock. He would thrust several times and then rest as my hands roamed all over his physique. I had the feeling he loved having his muscles worshiped. Suddenly he pulled out and flipped me over onto my hands and knees. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto his cock again. I arched my back, giving him my ass. He pounded me faster and harder, his big rough hands began sliding up and down my sweaty torso like he was worshiping me. Several times he pulled out with a pop and slammed his cock back in to the hilt. Then in a final onslaught he began to thrust into me relentlessly. “Fuck-ing taking meinem cum!” he yelled as he pulled my knees back and collapsed onto my back. “FUCK!" he roared and I felt his gigantic cock expand and then erupted with thick powerful jets of cum. He kept thrusting deep and holding there as wave upon wave of his hot seed was spewed in me. He would pull back so that only the head of his cock was in me and then thrust in hard to pack his cum deep inside my body. His lunges and grunts continued as his cock was convulsing uncontrollably and more and more of his load was emptied into me. I awoke in the brightly sunlit hotel room. I had no idea what time it was. I was lying against a massive naked body with his big arm around my back holding me tight. My head was resting on that immense chest and my morning wood was poking into his muscular thigh. I ran my hand over his pecs, down his abs, and onto his hard cock. It felt like it was a foot long. His balls felt like plums in his low hanging ball sack. I felt his arm flex against my back and he literally lifted me so we were face to face. His huge hand palmed the back of my head and he planted a kiss on my lips. “Guten morgen,” he smiled. “I am hope you sleep vel.” I sat up and put both hands on his massive pecs and leaned forward to look in his eyes. “You understand English,” I stated the obvious. “But you sprekin nien German,” he smiled. “And you took advantage of my naiveté,” I said twisting one nipple. “Was ist naiveté?” “Innocence, no experience, virgin,” I explained. “Virgin yes but nein to innocence,” he chuckled. I twisted the other nipple and he moaned. His monster cock was leaking pre-cum against my balls. “You ass ist tighten fuck rount my cock. Ve fuck again, Ja?” I moved back and put my cock in his ass crack. He thought that was hilarious. “Nien I am no fucked. You ist fucked by me.” I hopped off the bed and started the shower. He followed and put his arm around my shoulders as I pissed. His flow started and even that sounded more manly than mine. His musk was strong enough to get my cock stirring. We showered together, washed each other, dressed, and went to eat while the room was being cleaned. Hans spent the next month with me showing me his country. He fucked me five or six times every night and again every morning. If it rained or the weather was bad we fucked even more. I sucked his cock during the day as we toured or while he was driving. His understanding of English was better than he let on to me. My German was improving enough to order a meal and generally understand a tour guide giving us local history. Hans made me speak German even though I made a lot of mistakes. That last weekend in the Bavarian Alps something changed. I had the feeling he was up to something. Our lovemaking was more intense and more passionate. I dreaded returning to Alaska where my new job would consume all my time. I couldn’t imagine being without Hans. My repeated fantasies and daydreams made Hans a knight in shining armor that would beg me to stay with him in Germany. He would reveal that he was Baron Von Heidelberger or something. He would tell me he was wealthy beyond belief and I could live with him forever. There was always a scenario that allowed us to be together but in truth he was between jobs just as I was. My credit cards were close to being maxed out but would be paid off in a couple months once paychecks started again. We pooled our money. He had the vehicle and I provided the fuel. We stayed at hostiles and in dirt cheap B&B’s. We slept under the stars. We ate at buffets. We picnicked. We fucked in the woods or after skinny dipping in a remote location. All summer long I had been living in t-shirts and shorts but it was chilly high in the mountains so I needed a sweatshirt. The man in the shop led me to a pile of sweatshirts that would fit Hans. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to get Hans a sweatshirt too, I thought. The salesman handed me a shirt to try on. He insisted I try it on even though I said it was too big. Once in the changing room I found the shirt too small. I took a long hard look at myself in the three way mirrors. I stripped to my jock and ran my hands over my body. My physique was starting to look like Hans’ and at first I was shocked but then I was pleased. Hans said I was a sexy man and now I believed him. My hardening cock stretched the jock downwards just like his did. I paid for the sweatshirts with a credit card that had a zero balance that I kept aside for moving expenses, deposits on utilities, rent for my new apartment, and living expenses until my first paycheck arrived. Back at the room I did a striptease for Hans and that turned into one of the most passionate nights we ever had. I fucked Hans for the first time that night and in the morning we drove to the airport in Munich so I could fly home. Life in Alaska was torture without Hans but I threw myself into the new job to keep my mind off what I had lost. Working fourteen hour days kept me exhausted. Sleeping alone meant sleeping badly. My phone bills calling Hans were astronomical but that was the only thing that kept me sane. Then after the worst day of my career I returned home through the first snowstorm of the season which seemed more like a blizzard. I looked at my watch and realized it was hours after the time I was supposed to call Hans. As I stepped into the elevator I dialed my lover on my cell phone. The doors opened and a phone was ringing in the hallway. “Guttentag,” the gigantic man standing in front of my door said into his cell phone. He was here! “I wast too alone vith out you,” he said when he saw me. I ran to him with tears in my eyes and all was right with the world. All Pictures Muscle Morphs by Hardtrainer01
  10. Holiday Fireworks I told him he should put on a blue shirt for the 4th of July holiday to be more patriotic. He had red hair and white, white skin, so all he needed was the blue shirt. The flag shirt was perfect! We watched the fireworks and they were nice but later that night in his bed I experienced unbelievably awesome fireworks when he fucked me.
  11. REBORN ON THE 4th OF JULY As the anniversary of being reborn on the 4th of July approaches, I can’t help but reflect on what happened almost twenty years ago. Since then the fireworks to celebrate the holiday have taken on an additional significance. They remind me of the ecstasy and rapture I felt that day when all my dreams came true. When I turned twenty one years old I had already been on my own for four years. I was orphaned at 14 and sent to my first foster home. The couple was older and had lost their only son in Iraq or Afghanistan, I can never remember which. They were grieving and so was I but I was grieving and pissed off at the world. Let me just say I wasn’t the most cooperative kid at the time. Jack was a retired Army Colonel that got up before the sun to run ten miles which made me think he was mentally ill. I had trouble getting up fifteen minutes before the school bus arrived. Sometimes I slept on the way to school. Jack also had a private gym and his workshop in the barn on the property. They owned fifteen acres that was mostly wooded. The rest of the original farm had been turned into a subdivision so in a way it was an oasis in the middle of urban sprawl. Jack began to recover from the death of their son faster than his wife and he started to encourage me to be more physical. He wanted me to jog with him and workout in his gym. He was convinced my grief would be shortened if I was more involved. I thought he was trying to recreate his son. The school year ended and all my excuses for not working out with Jack disappeared. I was going to bed earlier and getting my required ten hours sleep and I was eating like a horse. My voice was cracking and I had a growth spurt. Jack sat me down to explain that I was going through puberty. I knew what that meant from health class but I didn’t know it was happening to me. Jack said in addition to growing body hair and having body odor I would be attracted to girls. He mentioned that I would be getting more muscular and he invited me to work out with him and his friends. One morning I woke up before dawn and I was starving. I was in the kitchen eating cereal when Jack came in and was about to go jogging. As always he invited me to join him but that day he went into the laundry room and brought out my gym clothes that Mary had laundered and put on a shelf. My tennis shoes were by the door. Jack was outside stretching when I came out dressed to run. Yeah he made me stretch too. He talked enthusiastically as he slowed down to run at my pace. In less than a mile I was walking. Jack ran ahead at his normal pace and then back to me so it was one mile and a half for me and three for Jack. I ran again but slower and Jack said it was perfect when I started to walk again. Now it was two and a half miles for me and five for Jack. Then at my mile two mark I stepped in a hole and sprained my ankle. We had nothing to wrap my ankle but Jack had a cell phone so he called his wife but it went to voice mail so she was probably in the shower. I suggested that he go and get the truck but Jack explained that Marines never left a man behind. Jack was Army but his son had been a Marine. Jack had me stand and then he put me on his back and carried me almost a half mile back to the house. That was the day that I decided to turn my life around. With my thighs on Jack’s hips and my chest against his back I realized just how muscular his physique really was. I didn’t tell Jack that I had been on the internet fantasizing about the bodybuilders who fucked sluts. Watching their muscles ripple as they pumped, I fantasized that was what I was going to look like one day. I loved how powerful the men looked as they fucked and wondered what it would be like to be under their bodies. I had watched their muscles rippling hour after hour but I had no idea what it took to build a body like that. Being on Jack’s back made me realize I had to learn from Jack because Jack was what I wanted to look like. Mary must have gotten the message because she brought the truck and rescued both of us near the end of the driveway. They took me to the doctor for x-rays. Foster care had all kinds of concerns but Jack and I were obviously out jogging. There was still an investigation. Jack was pissed and I heard him tell Mary they could come get me if the ‘state’ thought I was being abused. That scared the hell out of me and I became super cooperative. In my room I downloaded pictures of bodybuilders to a thumb drive that I always kept on my keys. I used a thumb drive at school so there was no question as to why I had it on my key ring. Jack was delighted that I wanted to come to his gym. I never realized there was that much muscle working out just steps away from my bedroom. They didn’t look as young as the guys on line but there was very little fat on their muscular bodies. I slowly learned the basics of weight training and quickly lost my inhibitions about showering with the guys. That helped at school too. Seeing jock cocks at school were nothing like showering at the gym at home with mature men. At home I often had to take a quick shower so I didn’t get a boner. Then I would strip down in my room and recall the muscular bodies as I stroked my cock. I wasn’t unattractive growing up, but my idea of beauty was not only a handsome face but a good face with a big physique. Soon it took looking at the pictures of the pro bodybuilders while stroking my cock to insure an orgasm. At sixteen I still enjoyed watching bodybuilders having sex but I began to wonder if I wasn’t totally gay. Then after exploring the internet I found heterosexual sex sites. There weren’t as many muscular guys but I was turned on nonetheless. I decided I was bisexual. I was a senior in high school and only months from graduation when all hell broke loose and my life was turned upside down. Jack was falsely accused of sexually harassing a woman. Foster care yanked me out of their house so fast I didn’t have time to pack anything. I was put with a family that used their kids as slave labor on the farm and I was lower than their kids. I slept in a migrant worker’s cabin with another boy named Thomas who was about fifteen or sixteen. The older boys in the family were sneaking out and fucking the kid once or twice a week. I beat the hell out of the sons when they expected to fuck both of us and the parents called the social worker and had me removed. The social worked didn’t believe me when I told her what happened, she believed the parents. Thomas ran away and I never saw him again. I did finish high school but I lived with four different families in those last few months. Jack and Mary came to graduation but I was not allowed to be alone with them yet I was living in a house where the wife was trying to seduce me anytime the husband was gone and the social worker didn’t care if I was left alone with her. I told my social worker who was guarding me that I heard that Thomas was found dead with his throat cut and his blood was on her hands. It was all a lie but she broke down crying giving me a moment to pass a note to arrange a meet up with Jack and Mary. My news was that I was going to join the military so I could pay for college. Jack was proud but Mary was a basket case thinking I would be killed like their son. That was four years ago and this is now. Jack and Mary died in a plane crash in Asia and they left the farm to me. I became a lab technician in the military and never left the country. I never went to war. I was assigned to a research lab and became a close personal friend of one of the doctors. We played sports together and worked out together. At work he was a boss and I was an employee. In our free time we were friends. I wanted it that way. I learned that from Jack. I can’t tell you the branch of service I am in or where I am located or anything about the experiments because it is highly classified. What I can tell you is that the research began with lower animals and has progressed all the way up to humans. The first human volunteers came from terminal cancer patients. The research told us we had to take a multi pronged approach to achieve the goal. In other words phase 5 alone would kill the lab rat but phase one through four would prepare the lab rat for the final phase and the animal would survive. In a way cancer patients were not good subjects for the trials because they were weakened from chemotherapy as well as the disease. Those that made it through phase 4 had an extended life expectancy and they were considered cured or in extended remission. I can reveal that if you made it to phase 4 you didn’t die of cancer. Only about 5% made it to phase 4 which isn’t a very good cure rate but those experiments pointed the researchers in the right direction. They should have deduced the reason for the cure back when they were using rats but they didn’t because the rats were young and healthy. You see phase one through four slowly rebuilt (regenerated) the internal organs and the immune system. Autopsy showed organs too young and too healthy for the cancer patients but sometimes the regeneration caused organ failure. A critically damaged heart or other internal organs couldn’t handle the stress. We suspected that there was a solution and that was to extend the treatments by giving additional lower dose treatments but then the cancer would kill them before the immune system could kill the cancer. Young healthy organs grew stronger and so did the immune system and the circulatory system. We learned that using the next set of volunteers. Military volunteers. A soldier was killed in an auto accident and an autopsy showed he was extremely super fit internally. His body was moving into phase 5 without the treatments for phase 5 being given. Think of the possibilities if every soldier was treated with phase one though four as part of basic training. Heath care costs alone would hover near zero. My friend Dr. Henry and I decided to clandestinely insert ourselves into the volunteer group and we each had our reasons. Doc and his wife wanted to start a family and I wanted the kind of natural physique that the second group of volunteers was developing. That on top of my regular lifting habits, and I would eventually have the body of my dreams. There were also some side effects that Dr. Henry and I didn’t expect. The first was better skin tone and a more athletic look that fitness models have. You might call it a healthy glow. This is me at phase 4 The second was our dicks began getting longer and our balls fuller. Cum production doubled and then tripled as did our libido. Staying power in bed was tenfold and we could have multiple times orgasms. I also had more stamina in the gym which meant longer and more productive workouts. On the negative effects side of the coin there was more aggression. Some guys were becoming very alpha which isn’t bad if you want leaders but leaders also need followers. All chiefs and no Indians does not a good strike force make so putting all soldiers through our treatments as part of boot camp training seemed unlikely unless the process could be modified. The most negative factor as far as the military was concerned was the swing that turned a great deal of the straight studs to homosexual or bisexual activity. They may have had bisexual leanings like me but from personal experience I craved giving and receiving anal sex. Doc admitted that he also had anal sex with his wife. Doc’s wife got pregnant almost immediately after our cum production increased. She had been unable to conceive for seven years. (It was his and not her fertility at issue until we volunteered.) They had fraternal twin boys. Years later Doc and his wife ended up with ten sons. My time in the military was coming to an end and in their wisdom the military was shutting down our research even though it was suggested that the process could be part of officer training school. No human had gone through or been offered phase 5 modifications but I saw what it did to dogs and one bull calf. We used a young Holstein Bull calf and as he grew he had the appearance of the Belgian Blue breed. In 12 months the bull weighed 1300 pounds. Holsteins that are raised for beef normally reach 1,400 lbs in about 18 months time. The Belgian Blue is a breed of beef cattle that is extremely lean and hyper-sculpted with an ultra-muscular physique, termed “double-muscling.” That breed has an increased number of muscle fibers instead of the (normal) enlargement of individual muscle fibers that occurs in bodybuilders. The bull we used gained an increased ability to convert feed into lean muscle, which caused the animal to have a marbled fat content and increased tenderness. The process seemed to turn off the two copies of the myostatin gene. The active-myostatin gene acts as a “governor” on muscle growth; myostatin is a protein that instructs muscles to stop growing. In effect, when inactive it no longer prevents muscle development which is what allows for the hypertrophic condition sometimes referred to as “double muscling.” We suspected but never proved that the immune system was very aggressive attacking viruses and disease. One of our volunteers only had unprotected sex and a lot of it with both sexes. He never caught an STD or AIDS or passed it along. Most military guys weren’t that stupid. Personally I think the guy was trying to get thrown out of the military. So it was the beginning of July and I was out-processing but had not been reassigned to anything else while the paperwork cleared. For the last week I was going to work and most of the time I was the only one in the building. It was July 4th 2000 and I was invited to a barbeque at a friend’s house but Dr. Henry called me and told me they were coming to move the machine on Tuesday which was the 4th. I objected but Dr. Henry ordered me to be in the building. All the research paperwork was in storage and the only thing left in the facility was the machine used for the phases. I was supposed to be there when they came to move it out but they never said what time they were coming. I expected to at least watch the fireworks with my friends. The building was to be refurbished so they already moved out all the furniture and were tearing out walls. The only place to sit and read was the reclining couch of the machine. (Think of a dentist chair.) It wasn’t hard to fall asleep in the quiet building. I was dreaming of being on the beach in the Caribbean. The warmth of the sun began to seep into my skin. I felt heat begin to radiate across my body and into my core. Sweat began to pour off my skin. I inhaled the salty ocean air and I felt my chest expand. My breathing became difficult for a brief moment because someone was sitting on my chest. My shoulders and arms began to burn from the inside out as the sun beat down on me. I felt my muscles cramping all over my body as I tried to lift the weight of the guy sitting on me. It was like struggling to get a weight up when you don’t have a spotter. My back arched and my legs repeatedly flexed trying to get leverage. I tried to readjust my position. My stomach ached as my abdominals flexed. My hands drifted across my abs feeing how hard and defined they were and I touched pecs twice the size of mine. The heat began to lessen around my body and then became focused on my crotch. My dick felt like it was on fire and was almost too much to take. I felt my dick and balls absorb the heat and expand. I felt my huge dick flop against my thigh. I figured that I must be nude on the beach and my cock was getting sunburned. I covered my cock with my hands and the heat began to die down. It was like a cloud had moved between me and the sun. I blinked my eyes a few times and heard the sound of the machine shutting down. Holy fuck, somehow I got zapped, I thought. The big thick door to the machine room opened letting in fresh air. I sat up and looked down at how large my pectorals were. I ran my hands over each of them, feeling the dense muscles beneath my skin. I shivered when I touched my small hard nipples. I stood up and felt my dick flop slapping against my thigh. I couldn’t really see it over my pecs but I could tell that it was bigger than before. I walked over to the mirror feeling my large balls and dick bounce left to right with each step. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was a massive naked bodybuilder. This is me at phase 5 It looked like my body had been morphed. I had tight square pectorals creating a deep crevasse in the center of my chest. My biceps were huge so I flexed enjoying the sight of my arms and shoulders. I continued to flex and pose in the mirror, watching my large muscles flow and bulge in every position. I grasped my huge dick with both hands feeling its weight and length. My balls were hanging lower and almost to the tip of my cock. I pushed my hardening dick up towards me and felt the tip resting above my navel. The shaft was resting right between my flat defined abdominals. I felt my dick grow harder and when I stroked it a stream of pre-cum came oozing out onto my skin. I cupped my huge balls knowing I could now produce even more cum than before. I stepped back hugely turned on by the sight of my new body. Fuck I was perfect. I felt a hand slide along my back then both hands stroked my lats and hefted my pecs. “I was beginning to think you would never fall asleep. I gave you the max dose of phase five,” I heard Dr. Henry say. It was strange hearing his voice coming up at me after all those years working together he was 6’2” but I was only 5’8” so his voice always came from above me but now his words were hitting between my shoulder blades. I stretched my arms up over my head and turned to face Dr. Henry. “Your body is going to feel sore for a few weeks maybe even a month,” he said focused on my pecs. “Your bones and muscles will need to settle in so you may have to lay off the weights for a while.” I looked down at him and he was almost a head shorter than me. That would make me around 6’6” or taller. I had been dreaming about this moment since the day I sprained my ankle running with Jack. I wrapped my arms around my friend and easily lifted him off his feet. I felt like I had been reborn. “Should I run you through the machine?” I asked. “No… not yet, I have a couple more years of service to pay Uncle Sam back for my education. Tomorrow you will be a civilian and you will be able to bid on military scrap. You will get a message when this machine comes up for scrap and I want you to bid. One day I want to be in that chair.” “The movers aren’t coming today are they?” I said. I reached down and lifted off his golf shirt. “What are you doing?” he chuckled. He knew exactly what I wanted. “You said you wanted to be in that chair. I want you in that chair naked. You know that guys get horny after a treatment. Well phase 5 makes a guy ten times hornier than any other treatment and you gave me the max dose!” I said as his shorts hit the floor. Seconds later the good doctor was naked with a cock as hard as mine. I lifted him by the back of his thighs and he wrapped his legs around my hips. I carried him to the cushioned lounge and lowered him to his back. He ran his hands over my gigantic pecs before he grabbed my forearm and led my hand to his cock. It seemed very hot. He released my arm but I kept massaging his leaking cock. “You like that?” I asked. “Yeah… ” he answered breathlessly. “Good,” I whispered as I guided my cock along his ass crack. Each time I stroked his hole he gave a little jump. “There,” he said on the next pass. “Focus right there.” I parked my cock against his hole but didn’t try to enter him. I ran my hands over his body and he trembled. “Yes run your hands over my body and make love to me,” he groaned. I felt him relax and the head of my cock slipped into him. His ass ring clamped down hard. “It’s so much bigger,” he gasped. Leaning over I placed my powerful arms above his traps next to his head and really started to fuck his ass. I felt the muscles in my ass contract as I repeatedly thrust in and out picking up speed. I was slowly building towards the final assault. I was producing so much pre-cum my new thick 10 inch cock was slick and shiny as I slammed into his tight ass. His body literally radiated heat and that combined with the smell of his cologne and his masculine scent was intoxicating. And there was something else. His body wasn’t just for show like some bodybuilder on a stage he stayed fit and healthy so he could have staying power. Being fit was connected to being a sexual champion in bed. From when I first came to work for him I had submitted to him just because of his alpha attitude. Then as we progressed through the program we became bed partners trading fucks. I remember the day he first fucked me like it was yesterday. We had just finished phase 3 and were super horny. Our treatments happened after hours when the building was empty. He had been careful and slow in opening me up and then waited a minute for me to adjust. At first he went slowly. He withdrew his cock up to the tip and then thrust it back in. The first time gently, but progressively with more force. He kept pulling back slowly but the in-thrust was getting more and more brutal. On the out-thrust the feeling was decadent leaving me feeling empty. Thrusting back in he was always more brutal and I couldn’t help letting out a high-pitched yelp of pain and pleasure. Dr. Henry’s body, his muscles, his huge cock up my ass, and his handsome face and eyes above me had me totally absorbed and mesmerized. Soon he sped up and was thrusting into me like a cheap whore fucking my brains out. He had the physicality of a warrior and athlete and he was now putting it to good use fucking me into submission. Suddenly Dr. Henry let my legs fall off his shoulders and pulled out. I wanted him to continue, but was too out of it and stunned to say anything. I didn’t need to. With a powerful athletic move he flipped me over and I was on my belly. I was expecting another rough fucking but he took it slow at first. He slowly went in and slowly went out, smoothly fucking all resistance out of my mind and body. The feeling him fucking me up the ass was incredible and I heard myself moaning like a slut as his cock moved in and out. I could feel his sweat dripping on me and felt him lightly bite at the back of my neck. I was in sensory overload. Then he pulled me up on my hands and knees and started to take me doggy style. This position must have excited him too because he increased his pounding. Every few thrusts he would slap my ass like he was riding a horse. His cock in my ass felt amazing but never lost the slight edge of pain. It was a weapon which reminded me of his immense physical power. He alternated between firmly grabbing my hips while pounding into me and slapping my ass. Then the sensation of his thick cock exploding inside me made me shoot cum without touching myself. Both of us panting as I supported both of us up on all fours. He was resting his body on top of mine and I could feel his slabs of muscle, sweat, and hot breath at my neck and after a minute or so of resting on top of me his cock began deflating inside me. I felt him lift his body. Cum was everywhere. I glanced in his direction and he smiled sheepishly. Now the roles were reversed and my improved cock was reaching virgin territory. I didn’t flip him over because I wanted to see his eyes when my cum flooded his ass where no man had been before. Seconds before I loaded his ass with my cum he began shooting cum all over my torso. I collapsed on top of him crushing the air out of his lungs. We showered together. That was one part of the building they hadn’t touched. Dr. Henry had gym shorts and a shirt I could wear until I bought some new clothes. Two days later the paperwork was ready and I was a free man honorably discharged. Four months later I got a text from Dr. Henry inquiring about my health and wishing me happy birthday. That was the message we agreed on to tell me the machine was being sold for scrap. The next message several weeks later was from a throwaway phone giving me the lot numbers and the location of the machine. It was a live auction and I was in attendance so I could make sure we had all the parts and pieces. I won the bid and shipped the machine home. To date Dr. Henry has also gone through phase 5 and we had a month long fuck fest. (We only had three days when I got the phase 5 treatment.) Eight of his sons are in various stages of treatments. As soon as his last set of twins become eighteen we will start them on phase 1. I can’t tell you where our gym is otherwise we would be shut down but if you ever fall asleep during a massage at our gym you might just receive a small dose to help your muscles grow. You see further research told us that each phase could be further broken down to up to fifty treatments and the effects looked more natural. Phase 5 is now only used for bodybuilders going to contest although they never get a full dose like I did days before I was honorably discharged. One thing is for sure, since July 4th 2000 until today I look like I have aged about a year. I think the best thing that ever happened to me was joining the military and doing research. By the way I think I have proven that my immune system kicks into high gear when the flu is going around. Since the day I went through phase 5 I haven’t had as much as a sniffle. I have been with guys that tried to infect me with AIDS and I never even had a symptom. It is a shame the military in all their wisdom didn’t use our research. I don’t think it is unethical to help guys improve. So if you happen upon us and your body begins to improve pat yourself on the back for a job well done and keep our little secret to yourself.
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    Cowboy Wannabe After seeing the movie City Slickers come on TV for the third in the last couple months I thought I wanted to book a stay at one of the working ranches in Montana just like they did so I guess that makes me a cowboy wannabe. I was doing some research about cowboys and then I read about The Great Montana Centennial Cattle Drive of 1989 celebrated the state of Montana’s centennial and raised money for a college scholarship fund as 2,400 people (including some working cowboys), 200 wagons and 2,800 cattle traveled 50 miles in six days from Roundup to Billings along a major highway. That was what I really wanted to do! I could spend a week at one of the dude ranches gathering the herd, branding them and returning them to the range and it would only cost me about $4K of my hard earned money. I actually wanted to experience the end of the trail where cattle were driven to the railhead and the cowboys got paid. It was impossible for me to find anything like that. Today cattle are brought to auction houses by truck and are either taken to the slaughterhouse or to a ranch by truck. They say that 1883 and 1884 were the boom years for the cattle drives. We are talking a half million cows on just one of the many trails. The following two years, however, saw a decline of cataclysmic proportions. In 1885 Kansas, then the primary destination for the northbound drives closed its borders to Texas herds in an attempt to eradicate Texas fever, a fatal disease among cattle. In the winter of 1885–86 several feet of ice and snow buried the northern range making winter graze inaccessible and destroying cattle in staggering numbers with stock losses that reached 90 percent. That sounded the death knell for most of the large ranching operations in Montana, Wyoming, and to a lesser extent Colorado. The following winter brought more blizzards, killing many of the surviving free range cattle. The old-time cattle industry, and the trail drives that fed it, never fully recovered. By the time the last herds trailed north in 1895, the cowboy had been elevated in the popular imagination from a laborer on horseback to America’s favorite folk hero. In literature there was something romantic about him. He lives on horseback; he fights on horseback; he is armed with a gun and rifle which he uses ambidextrously and precisely; he swears like a trooper, drinks like a fish, and fights like a devil. He is gracious to ladies, reserved toward strangers, generous to his friends and brutal to his enemies. He is a cowboy! While the cattle drives faded before the coming of the new century, the cowboy entered into a popular culture state of grace that persists to the present day. The movies romanticized depiction of the working cowhand merely solidified the nation’s fanciful notion of the classic cowpoke. The image of today’s cowboy bears little resemblance to the old-time cowboy who pushed Texas Longhorns north, but it serves as a reminder of a time when it all came down to a man on a cow pony. Those old times, with their frontier ways and customs, have long since been superseded by the modern conveniences and developments of civilization. Browsing on the internet I saw that there were some cattle drives in Kansas but on further exploration I discovered they were more like art and craft fairs than cattle drives. I decided to check out The Fort Worth Stock Yards. I was in Dallas on business so I decided to extend my stay a couple days. The Stock Yards officially incorporated in 1893, swiftly became the epicenter of the largest livestock market in Texas, grew to be the biggest market south of Kansas City, and finally ranked among the top five nationwide for five decades. Serving as supply depot for the Chisholm Trail, the major route out of Texas for livestock, started Fort Worth on its path to Cowtown capital. But it was the arrival of the railroad and the ambition of its business leaders that drove the city’s success. Recognizing the potential, local businessmen began expanding the stockyard facilities beyond its feedlots. Diversification in Fort Worth’s livestock industry included railroad cattle terminals, meatpacking plants, grain elevators for feed, livestock-pharmaceutical manufacturers, a horse, mule, and hog market, and the extension into sheep soon turned it into the largest sheep market in the nation. A permanent change in the nature of the livestock industry and its decentralization wouldn’t begin until the middle of the 20th century, allowing the Fort Worth Stockyards to hold on until 1992, when the market finally closed after its final livestock auction. However, rather than allowing the enterprise to go the way of other abandoned stockyards in the state, Fort Worth business leaders once again saw opportunity for growth and today a Stockyards National Historic District, with its restored mercantile buildings and network of corrals and feedlots, preserves the city’s grand past. The District covers fifteen square blocks where entertainment, restaurants, shops, a daily cattle drive, and rodeos all drive a visitor experience worthy of Texas’ Cowtown Capital. I thought I might be able to get a feel for what a railhead town was like but it certainly didn’t smell like a cow town stock yards. If you have ever been through Dalhart TX where they have miles of feed lots, you will never forget the smell. The Fort Worth Stock Yards was about entertainment, eating, and shopping. I could do the same thing in Gatlinburg TN or in the New Orleans French Quarter. I had booked a room for the weekend and it was non-refundable so I decided to make the best of it. I walked the streets and found a great steak place. My belly was stuffed and I was headed back to the hotel when a sudden downpour drove me into the nearest bar. Some cowboy I would make! They rode and slept in rain, sleet, snow, hot sun, and bitter winds. I ran from a little rain. I got a beer and was listening to a guitar playing comic. He had a great singing voice but he would interrupt a song to tell jokes. Sometimes he would start playing the intro to a song and stop to tell a joke. He’d start again and stop to tell another joke. He was good and he had me well entertained. My back was to the bar because I was watching the comedian and a guy walked up behind me to order a beer. When the comedy set ended I turned back and ordered a fresh beer. The guy next to me seemed to be folded over the bar focusing on his brew. He said something and I thought he was talking to me. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” I said just in case he did ask me something. “Mind your own business,” he growled. “Sorry I thought you were taking to me.” “Talking to myself!” he snarled. “The danger starts when you answer yourself. When you do they take you to the funny farm.” “Are you a smartass or do you think you’re a comedian?” He stood up straight and he was a head taller than my six feet. He was also a lot wider at the shoulders than me and looked a lot more muscular when he faced me. “I’ll just move down the bar,” I smiled. He wiped his face with his hand and apologized. “Where are you from? I’m Jake and I just got dumped so I’ve been bitching at the beer.” “There’s a lot of fish in the sea. This place is loaded with chicks.” “Yeah, I know,” he turned back to his beer. “That’s the problem.” It didn’t hit me right away but then I started to chuckle. He looked at me and rolled his eyes. “You didn’t get dumped by a chick, I take it,” I said as I leaned in so only he could hear me. “How astute of you,” he muttered as he chugged his beer and called for another. “Should we both pretend we are in the bar to pick up chicks?” I started to laugh hard like he told a joke or something. “I’ve got to get out of here. I hope it stopped raining. Nice meeting you Jake.” “I didn’t catch your name,” Jake said now facing me again. “Rick Harper,” I said extending my hand. “Jacob Eric Thomas.” He upended the new beer and drained half the longneck before he set it on the bar and started for the door. I looked around and he was gone. I think I got dumped before I even picked up the dude! There was only a light rain now as I turned toward the hotel but I was still getting very wet. “Hey,” he said as a big pick-up stopped next to the curb and the window went down. “Jake?” I was surprised. “Jump in. You look like a wet duck,” he chuckled. I hesitated because I heard: Jump in you look like you need a good fuck. Then my brain processed the word duck. “Water runs off a duck,” I said. “Right!” he grinned. “Where can I drop you?” “I’m staying at the Hyatt,” I said. He drove down the street and pulled into the Hyatt lot using a room key. “I’m in the John Wayne Suite,” he said as we entered the building. “Would you like to see it?” Well, well, well. Who is picking up whom, I thought. “I didn’t know they had any suites here.” “Only one suite,” he said as he led the way. I have to say it was much nicer than my room. The living room was manly with dark wood, leather sofas, and coffered ceiling. His refrigerator was stocked with beer, wine, and a bottle of champagne. “Tell me about being dumped,” I said to piss him off. Guys like him have too much baggage and I only had two nights to relax. I was flying back to Denver on Monday morning for meetings beginning Monday afternoon. “No,” he said quietly. He handed me the same brand of beer I was drinking in the bar. “The handwriting has been on the wall for a couple months now but I refused to read the words.” “You set this up to be together and when he didn’t show up you called him?” “Yep,” he said as he plopped into an easy chair and put his fancy boots up on the coffee table. “So you ask the first guy you meet at a bar up to the suite?” “Yep,” he grinned. “I don’t even kiss on the first date,” I said. “Thanks for the beer.” I started for the door. “Stay even if we do nothing so I can say I was with somebody new,” he requested. “I don’t have to stay and you could still say you had somebody else in your suite tonight.” “Yep,” he smiled. He patted the arm of the chair and asked me to sit. “He’ll ask if I touched dark private places… like this.” He put one finger inside the sleeve of my golf shirt. “He’ll ask if we were intimate.” He ran his fingers up my back to the base of my skull and I shivered. “Now I can tell him you trembled at my touch.” He scooped me into his lap and inhaled deeply while nuzzling the back of my neck. I felt his hard cock against my ass. “Are you seducing me?” I demanded he be truthful. His arms came around me and he pulled me against his muscular body. “And if I am… what then?” he snickered. I stood and the smile left his face. A second later my knees were at his hips and I was opening the snaps of his cowboy shirt. Jake was 6’6” tall and weighed about 250lbs. His physique looked like it was chiseled from granite and I couldn’t help but be a little threatened. This stud brought me to his hotel room, and now I was sitting in his lap mock fucking my cock against his! He stood and carried me to the huge bed in the next room. Jake set me on my feet next to the bed and started to get undressed. He was seductively taking off his shirt and pants and I sort of panicked while looking at his huge physique. He didn’t have a speck of fat or hair on his entire body from the neck down. I would never admit to anyone that a body like his made my cock as hard as nails. I couldn’t stop myself from watching this buff jock showing off his perfect body. The most unbelievable part was Jake had a bulge in his boxer briefs that looked like he had a pair of socks stuffed inside. I sat on the bed mesmerized. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. He put my hands on his hips and told me to strip off his briefs. I slowly took down his boxer briefs to unleash the biggest cock I ever saw. I looked at the gigantic tool with both fear and admiration, and then I looked up at Jake. “WOW!” I whispered. “That is the biggest dick I’ve ever seen in my life! You’re fucking huge, and you’re not even hard yet!” Jake looked down at me with a smug look. “Touch it,” the arrogant jock ordered. I wasted no time in stroking the full length in my hand. Even in his current semi-flaccid state I estimated that Jake was at least 8 inches long, and his tool was as thick as my wrist. I bent down to lap at his enormous low hanging scrotum. Jake let out a moan as he ran his hand through my hair. Jake stripped me naked before he threw me into the bed. Crawling on top of my body, Jake warned me not to bite while I sucked his cock. My eyes grew huge as he sat on my chest and made me stimulate his cock to full hardness. I swear it was ten inches long. Soon he was fucking my throat. Of course I choked at first but Jake persisted until he could swallow every inch of his huge cock. “Now that you got my cock all lubed I’m gonna fuck your ass,” Jake grinned. He slid back to my abs. “Please no… Please don’t… it won’t fit,” I begged. I now had a better view of his naked incredibly muscular physique. It was spectacular. I never realized that a body could have that much size and definition. Jake had a body to-die-for and it was no wonder I was in awe of him. He started to slowly slide down my body as my hands explored his huge physique. Jake hovered over me while holding my arms above my head. He playfully took light bites neck and jaw line just like he would if he was seducing a woman. Moving down my body he gently kissed and sucked my ear lobes and licked my neck. He worked his way over down to my chest. The light nibbles, kisses, and licks were so erotic they had me squirming with absolute bliss. Jake concentrated on each nipple until I thought I was going to cum. He smiled as he began working down the ridges of my abdominal muscles towards my groin. When Jake started kissing his way around my dick my cock throbbed and I thought it would soon be over because I was about to cum. But it wasn’t because he was edging me. First Jake sucked one ball into his mouth. He gently rolled it around with his tongue. Letting it go he gave the second ball the same careful treatment. Before leaving them alone he took both balls into his mouth. He was now holding my entire sack in his mouth washing it thoroughly with his tongue. He sucked it; he rolled my balls around with his tongue before he tugged slightly on the sac. At that point I knew Jake could have done anything he wanted. I submitted and was completely in his control. He released my balls and grabbed my legs. He slowly pushed my knees to my shoulders. Taking his time, he worked his way along my ass crack finally reaching my tight hole. He paused just long enough to reposition himself and grab a pillow to push under my lower back then quickly dove in to eat my ass like a starving man. He ran his tongue up and down the length of my crack. He paused at the hole and forcefully pressed entry with his tongue while his hands pulled my ass cheeks apart and eventually he started sliding a finger inside my ass. By now I was moaning. Once Jake had provided my ass with considerable attention, he stopped. “I’m going to love fucking this gorgeous ass,” he said in a voice filled with lust. “Please… a condom… oh no!” I groaned as Jake pressed the naked head of his giant cock against my opening. I felt tremendous pressure as Jake eased forward. Then a stab of pain made me scream as the massive head penetrated my ass. He held still for a minute so my ass could adjust but the pain returned as Jake’s dick pressed deeper into my ass. My ass muscles automatically began clenching while I pounded my fists against Jake huge arms. “Am I going too fast? I need to fuck!” Jake grunted with lust. He put his weight to it and shoved all the way in. I felt his hips contact my ass cheeks and moments later his physique was pushing hard against my body. Jake’s dick was wedged as deep inside my ass as possible. He shuddered with delight. “This is the tightest ass I ever fucked,” Jake moaned. Once again he held still, letting my ass get comfortable with his thick tool before he backed out. When it was just the head inside me he reversed and entered my ass again, this time in one smooth steady slide forward. He soon developed a rhythm but now I was thrusting back each time he pushed in. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck and ears. He was literally making full-body contact. The entire weight of his body was on me and I was worshipping his muscular back and grabbing his ass. Sweat lubricated our bodies and he reacted to my muscle worship by increasing the forcefulness of his thrusts. “Oh yeah, just fuck me Jake, fuck me!” I moaned. Jake just kept getting more and more forceful. His arms were squeezing my body hard. His hips were pistoning to thrust his dick inside me as hard and deep as he could with each stroke. By now the sweat was dripping off his face and he was breathing hard, gasping out words of ecstasy. Jake’s breath suddenly changed from heavy even breaths to short gasping breaths. “I’m gonna shoot,” he yelled. His entire body started to tremble and the fucking motion became uncontrollably erratic. It took at least a minute for Jake to empty his balls in me. He finally came to a rest on top of my body. He was nuzzling my neck with kisses as another load of my cum shot between us. We lay still breathing hard, with him on top of me, his dick still inside. When his cock softened and pulled free he turned to his back and pulled me to his side. My hand slowly stroked Jake’s massive chest. Jake’s free hand lazily rubbed my seed into his awesome abs. “Fuck that was awesome,” I whispered. “I know,” Jake smiled. He pulled my body on top of his and locked eyes with me. “I came here to fuck all weekend and to do just that. I plan to fuck you again.” “When,” I smiled. “As soon as my balls recharge and my cock gets hard,” he said hugging me tightly. “I think a shower might be in order,” he added. After a long sexy shower we changed the sheets and slept for a couple hours before he made good on his promises. I actually lost count of the times we made love. I have to say that was one wild weekend! I am eternally grateful for the rain that forced me into that bar. Monday morning we were on the same airplane back to Denver. He was in first class and I was in coach. Jake was a real cowboy. He inherited a cattle ranch that had been in his family since 1870. The ranch cashed in big time in 1883 and 1884. They survived the winter of 1885-86 for three reasons. The herd had been mostly sold off because the rancher and his wife were ill in the summer and fall of 1885. Two, because the remaining cattle were kept sheltered under a barn filled to the rafters with hay, and three because Kansas wasn’t accepting Texas Cattle. They made huge profits in 1887-88 and expanded the size of their ranch. The ranch house was one of those homes that had many additions so it is not much to look at but it has character. (The porch is where this picture of Jake was taken.) Ranching is damn hard work especially when the cattle are free range fed. Our cattle go for top dollar because they are DNA certified 97% pure Angus and our beef is graded #1 Prime 95% of the time. I say ‘our’ because I quit the corporate rat race and became a full time cowboy that handles the financial side of the ranch. It doesn’t let me escape roundups or branding or inoculations or castrations or winter hay drops but it does allow me to snuggle up to my man on a cold winter morning (or any morning) particularly after I have been freshly fucked. I am living my dream.
  13. The Annual Book Sale At The Library I was at the library helping to set up for the annual book sale and there was a guy in a grey shirt unloading boxes from a truck. He was fucking built and as he worked his musk got stronger and stronger. We started talking and working together to fill the tables. I was in hog heaven watching his arms flex—and his back—and his ass—and his legs—and his pecs. We were just about done when he suggested we ought to get together for lunch when we finished. I begged off because of my stink and sweat. He tried to convince me that it wasn’t that bad but I still said no. He took my phone and did something to the settings. Then he took a selfie and then he touched his phone to mine to exchange the data to my phone. I got home and showered before I looked for the picture he took. At first I thought it was just the one picture but then the video started. He slowly stripped naked and began to flex and pose his huge physique. His cock grew to about eight to ten inches long and the foreskin peeled back and then he started jacking his cock as he whispered my name. I quickly tossed it on my sofa. How long had this guy been stalking me? My hand shook as I checked it off for deletion but then there were other things like a message with his phone number and address, pictures of my front door, pictures of my bedroom, pictures of him naked in my bed and pictures of me sleeping. I began to freak out. I wanted to call the cops but instead I called my friend Jeff and asked to stay at his place for the weekend or at least until I got the locks changed. He was out of town and I was feeding his cat so I had a key. Jeff came over to my place and fed my fish when I was gone; we did that for each other. He said he didn’t mind me staying as long as I changed and washed the sheets. He kind of chuckled as he hung up. I crawled into Jeff’s bed naked after the news. He had these sexy silky sheets that claimed to be cotton. They felt so good against my skin I always slept naked when I stayed at his apartment—even when I slept on the sofa. I was almost asleep when I heard a noise. “Damn cat,” I muttered as I turned over to face the wall. Less than a minute later I was out cold. Sometime later the cat jumped on the bed and I swore. I went to swat him off when my hand hit a side-of-beef like a solid thud. It was a body, a hard body. He jumped up and turned on a light and he just stood there laughing and waiting for my eyes to adjust. “Mark! What the fuck are you doing here?” I yelled. “You scared the shit out of me!” “It all makes sense now,” Mark laughed. “Jeff suggested that I volunteer at the library today. Jeff told me to be very quiet coming in tonight because the lady next door was a light sleeper and that she would bitch him out if I woke her up. Jeff suggested I sleep in his bed while he was gone instead of on the sofa.” “And the pictures that you transferred,” I asked. “It was Jeff’s idea of a joke. Two weeks ago he took me with him to feed fish at a friend’s apartment before we went to dinner. He didn’t tell me it was your place. I didn’t mean to send those pictures… the movie wasn’t in that file was it? Jeff took that video and he said it was for an April fool’s joke…” “Just who are you Mark?” I asked. “I’m Jeff’s cousin-in-law by marriage. I’m in town looking for a job.” I lifted the sheets and blankets. Mark turned off the light and slipped into bed with me. After that weekend of hot sex, Mark moved in with me and within days he had a job. Jeff came home to a huge pile of folded sheets. He never asked why I used ten sets of sheets in one weekend. I’m sure he guessed. After all he set the whole thing up.
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    OIL ME

    OIL ME Start at my neck and follow the valley down my back to the twin hills. Between those hills I want you to bury your seed treasure as deep as you can in the hole that you will find back there.
  15. The Metamorphosis This is Mike. Mike wasn’t exactly a loner in the gym because when other guys of his caliber were in the gym they worked out together. It was rumored that he worked out four hours a day but because of his job he didn’t come to the gym at any regular time. I always left the gym by 10pm so if he came in really late I didn’t see him. One time when he was there early in the evening I noticed that he hired a guy to reserve the next workout station for him so he didn’t have to wait. Mike would walk up and the guy would quit lifting and wipe down the machine for him to use. Once or twice he spotted for Mike but they didn’t talk. Mike could have been a cop, a bouncer at a night club, or a spy for all anybody knew. Somebody speculated that he was a Federal Air Marshal and others said he was part of a secret Special Forces team that traveled around the world doing jobs for the government and that he was a sniper. All I knew was what I saw. He was 6’2” and his entire physique was huge. I had seen his soft 6 inch cock a few times in the gym showers but was only able to admire his cock from afar. It made me wonder how big it got when he was hard. I had been fucked by men but had never had a cock that big in my ass. I fantasized about giving it a try. There was very little chance of that happening because he never even acknowledged that I was in the gym. I never talked to him and he didn’t talk to me. My shoulders had been sore all day and my light workout was making it worse. I needed a massage but couldn’t get an appointment for a couple days. Someone suggested the hot tub. I shuddered at the thought of stepping into the hot tub at the gym no matter how much chlorine they used. That’s why I had a Jacuzzi tub at home. There was a steam room in the gym and I thought the heat might loosen up the knotted muscles. I read the warning about not staying in the room for long periods. It was like one of those drug commercials on TV. Warning; if you are pregnant or have a heart condition… don’t take… blah, blah, blah, blah. There was a temperature display that said it was 85 degrees in the sweat box. The sign said the temperature could get as high as 130 degrees and to use caution. The air was thick and wet when the door closed behind me. It seemed like someone had saturated the rocks, turned down the temperature, and left. I wondered if it wasn’t some shutdown procedure they did before the shift change. There was a thermostat and a timer. I had no idea how they worked. “Don’t touch that,” a voice said from the upper shelf. “Shouldn’t it be hotter in here?” I asked. “Not if you want a long slow soak. Lower temperatures let you sweat longer.” The guy stepped down to add water to the hot rocks and I nearly ran. It was Mike. He added water, quickly opened and closed the door, and then he went back to his perch. I sat as far away as I could. “Can I ask a question?” I ventured. “Sure.” “Will this help loosen the knotted muscles in my shoulders?” “That depends,” he chuckled. “Did you lift heavy?” he said sarcastically. “Tension from work and stuff,” I replied ignoring his sarcasm. “Get over here and sit in front of me,” he ordered. I sheepishly grabbed my towel and bunched it in front of my hard cock. I was going to sit so I could turn and talk to him but he pointed at the bench right between his knees. His hands rubbed my upper back and shoulders like a professional masseur. “This is tension alright. Did your girl catch you with a guy, huh faggot?” “Huh? NO! Hey, I’m not gay,” I protested. Everyone including Mike knew I was bisexual because Larry couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Mike used the heel of his hand to press an area of my spine. I heard and felt the vertebrae pop back into alignment. I moaned because the tension was gone. “What’s your name? I’ve seen you in the gym. You watch me,” he said. I started to deny it but then thought I better fess up. “I’m Randy. Yeah, I wouldn’t mind having a physique like yours,” I admitted. Mike laughed. I blushed when I thought about the double meanings. Mike leaned back and opened his legs. “If you can get my cock hard you can suck it,” he laughed. I thought he was baiting me at first but I was up for the challenge. I knelt on the lower bench and got between his knees. I slowly took his soft dick in my mouth and started to rub my tongue all around it. Mike was stoic when I started but I knew what I was doing and almost immediately his cock started to stiffen. I ran my mouth over his man meat and reaching down I began to ever so softly fondle his balls. In no time at all I had him rock hard. He lay back on the lower bench and I sucked him a little longer just to ensure he wouldn’t go soft when I attempted to sit on his cock. Finally, I grabbed some petroleum jelly and rubbed a generous portion over my ass and then all over his dick. Mike just laid there with his hands behind his head not moving. He had a smug look on his face as if he knew no ass could possible take his long fat cock. I crawled up and straddled his body and began rubbing the head all over my ass hole. When it felt all lubed up I sat down a bit putting his mushroom head inside me. It was too big and the intense pain made me jump and when I moved his cock slipped out of my ass. “I told you that you couldn’t take it,” Mike said with a laugh. I wasn’t done trying. I rubbed his still hard cock over my asshole and tried again. As I sat down, I pushed with my ass muscles and he slid into me a bit easier. I sat and slid half of his hard cock in. Slowly I lifted myself up, almost pulling him out before sat again and I took every inch of his cock. He let out a long satisfied groan. I knew Mike would never allow this to happen again so I had to show him how good I could make him feel. Over and over I stroked his cock in and out of my ass. Soon it didn’t hurt at all and I quickened the pace. Finally completely comfortable I began lifting my ass up until I popped the head of his cock out of my tight ass and immediately shoved it back in four or five times taking every inch of his shaft. His hands came from behind his head and they both reached down and grabbed my legs at the top of my thighs. I knew he was going to pull me off so I quickened my pace and fucked myself harder. Going for broke, I rode him faster and deeper. I felt him tense up and felt his cock pulsing in my ass as I tried my best to make him want me. Then just as it was getting unbelievably good I could see his muscles flex and just before the upstroke I heard him tell me to stop. I very slowly rose up off him, squeezing my ass muscles around his cock as I went until I felt his big tool leave my ass. I didn’t want it to end but it was over. I lifted my leg slowly over him and sat down next to him on the bench. Then he did something I never expected. He put his hand right in the middle of my chest and pushed me down on my back. I was shocked as he rolled his huge muscular body over on top of me and prepared to fuck me missionary style. One of my favorite fantasies is an aggressive man wanting to fuck me while I worshiped his hard flesh. He placed his hand on each side of my head and tried to drive that rock hard cock back into my ass. I quickly reached down and guided his cock home. As soon as I touched him he thrust forward and pushed himself in me. With about 3 more fast thrusts, every inch of his huge dick was all the way up in me. He didn’t miss a beat. He was going to fuck me until he shot his cum. He pounded his tool in and out of me over and over. The pleasure was intense but the thought of what was happening to me was even better. I wanted him and he was now fucking me with all he had. I spread my legs and wrapped them around him opening up so he could go as deep as he wanted. Over and over he pushed his big long cock in me as hard and as deep as he could to make my ass as his. Holding himself up on his forearms over me I could see his massive physique flexing. His eyes were closed as he thrust his cock into me and I could feel his big balls slapping my ass. I reached up worshiped and then held on for dear life. The feeling was so intense, I had never been this full before and his desire was playing on my mind making me want more and more of his cock, again and again. I know it wasn’t that long but, it felt like forever and it felt so good. It was hard to believe a man that strong and that muscular was lying on my body. I was his to do with as he pleased for as long as he wanted. I knew he wanted to fuck me and cum. I knew he wanted to seed me! I felt nothing but pleasure deep inside of me and I felt my ass spasm as if it was jacking his cock. The force of him driving himself into me made me feel like he wanted more of me. I told myself I would submit to him in any way he wanted. I felt waves of pleasure run through my whole body as I felt his muscles tighten up. He arched his back and I lifted my ass up to meet his every thrust taking in all of him and loving every stroke of his rock hard cock deep in my ass. Lesser men would be telling me that he was taking me like I was his bitch, his whore but this was just how I wanted to be fucked. I had never been so turned on. Rarely does a man fuck like a wild animal, abandoning everything, forgetting everything except his own pleasure. I could tell he was moving towards an orgasm. His big muscular arms tightened around me as he pushed deep into me and froze for just a second. I felt him his body tremble and felt his cock pulse as his cum shot into me. Then he started fucking me again like he got a second wind. He pulled back and I thought he was done but he again pushed all the way and I felt his cock explode a second time. I could feel his cum shoot deep in my ass as he tightened up and pushed in again a total of five times. These were not gentle thrusts; he pushed his cock in as far as he could with the force of his whole body. His 10” cock was deeper than any man had ever been before. The pleasure was like nothing I ever felt before. I held on and pushed back into his thrust taking all of his cock and all of his semen just as deep into me as I could. He stayed there kissing my ear and nipping at my neck as he caught his breath. Then he reached up from under me cupping his hands around my traps as he pushed himself into me as far as he could go and held himself in me as the wave-like muscle contractions rolled through his whole body and I felt like I was having multiple orgasms. He relaxed and lowered all 300 pounds of solid muscle on top of me. I never thought being fucked by any man would be that intense. I was under him feeling the sweat drip down and my asshole was totally satisfied. I ran my hands over his incredibly muscular back and I wanted to hold him tight and enjoy the weight of his body on mine forever. As his cock softened and started to pull free he quickly pulled his dick out of my ass completely. He rose to his feet and walked out of the sauna to the shower room without saying a word. He left me lying there completely fucked and it was the best fuck in the world. He took me like I was the only thing he ever wanted. He used me as his. I had always found Mike sexy and had thought about him fucking me many times but my best fantasies were never as good as reality. I laid there a long time savoring the moment, savoring the experience. I committed to memory the perfect fucking so I could replay it in the future. I pulled my towel between my legs so I didn’t leave a trail of cum on my way to the shower. As I left the hot box I saw the sign on the door saying the steam room was out of service. It hung on the knob like a do not disturb sign in a motel. I quickly showered in a cubicle by the door and went to my locker to change and go home. Mike came out of the shower wrapped in a towel and sat down on the bench by my locker. He asked if I was okay and I nodded as I straightened things in the locker. I wanted to tell him about feeling the emptiness without his big cock in my body. I wanted to sit and talk to him. “I don’t know what came over me,” he said softly. Mike knew I was bisexual but was never interested in me. “I did something you might not like,” he said looking at the floor. I wanted to sit in his lap and tell him how much I loved being fucked by his big cock. “Mike, I’ll never say anything…” I offered. He looked up at me. “I took you for your word but I went too far. This isn’t the way it is done. There is always a waiting period after the first fuck. You get to see how your body begins to change and then you can make an intelligent decision about if you want to continue. You can back out after the second fuck but then by the third time the changes will accelerate and become more or less permanent.” “Mike, what the hell are you talking about?” I said to his face. I caught myself and looked down submissively. “You said you wanted a body like mine,” he said as he stood and held my hips pulling our bodies together cock to cock. My hands were at my sides and I didn’t know what to do with them. “I wasn’t always this muscular. Yes I love to lift but it is an acquired necessity. I needed to explain how my muscles started expanding after the third time. My mentor fucked me like I fucked you only he spread the three fucks out over a year. I gave you what he gave me but I lost control and you may have gotten everything in one night. You have no choice; you will have a physique like mine or maybe better than mine.” My hands came to life and I touched his massive physique everywhere my hands would reach. “Thank you Mike and now I’m gonna have to wake up and leave this dream,” I smiled. His hand slapped my ass hard. “Does pain like that ever happen in a dream?” he asked. “Should I slap the other cheek?” “Once is enough but you better tell me how this happens.” “You are going to see some changes in your body over the next couple of weeks,” he began. “First you will start to lose fat and at the same time your appetite will increase. You will begin to get hyper and the only thing that will calm that feeling will either be coming to the gym to work out or... It will feel like you are constantly sore from heavy lifting but it isn’t from lifting. You may notice your shoulders getting wider or feel like your shoes are getting smaller. The bones in your face or your hips might hurt yet your knees will stop hurting. Your dress pants might start getting shorter…” “What you are describing sounds like a second puberty.” “It will be the beginning of a metamorphosis,” he said with a serious face. “Something we may regret.” “Now you are scaring me,” I said pushing away. “It may be a case of too much too fast.” “What do you mean?” “This… we stimulate muscle growth and as a byproduct there may be some skeletal changes as well as sexual changes.” “I’ll turn into a woman?” I teased. “No!” he said slamming me against the lockers. “Don’t make light of this. You could die.” “Holy shit… Mike!” “You still might die if your body can’t adapt… this is all my fault.” “Tell me what to do and I’ll do it,” I said with fear in my voice. His concerned look turned to an evil grin. “They say that the negative effects of this type of metamorphosis can be mitigated and toned down by fucking the neophyte morning, noon, and night.” I rested my hands on his humungous rock hard pecs and looked into his eyes. “I seriously don’t want to die Mike, so when does the fucking start?” I said with all seriousness and concern but I guess he saw the twinkle in my eye. “Morning, noon, and night is a figure of speech,” he said without a smile. “I haven’t… I have no experience doing this but I know someone I can consult with and he is making arrangements… Randy from what I understand this is not going to be a walk in the park.” His words were prophetic. The treatment was more like a bath house orgy where I was the slave pig and men were there to use me for hours at a time. I was allowed to sleep but after a couple hours my cravings wrenched me back into the orgy room for more. After days of orgies my sleep periods slowly increased and my cravings began to return to normal… high normal… extremely high normal. I didn’t feel the need to lift weights for an hour ten times a day. My gym tine was slashed to a two hour session in the morning and another couple hours in the evening. I went from eight huge meals a day down to four but I still had sex a couple times a day. My life change radically in more ways than one. First, I lost my job because I was ‘sick’ for over a month. That wasn’t a big deal because I couldn’t go back looking like I do now. Second none of my clothes fit any longer. Third I lost my apartment because without a job I couldn’t pay the rent. Fourth I was addicted to sex but that wasn’t a problem either because I became a bodyguard for a couple of rich guys traveling around the world for a year. I was their fantasy and their protector but I am now a highly paid escort with benefits, I am an Air Martial, and a part time model. And last but not least I get to work out with Mike and the guys whenever I like. To show you how much I have changed this me at the beach in Hawaii showering off in 2017. Below is a picture of me after I went through the metamorphosis.
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